Harrowing

Harrowing

Inconsiderate gardener,

Granted open proviso,

Writ in time

And translated to comfort,

What trepidation

Is your greatest pride?

Ruin and ruin,

The rising tide

Brings the fish closer,

But ruins the view

Of the march

Of the inevitable hotel.

Forgotten fealty,

Mother nourishes yet,

Though she be beaten,

Bound or broken,

Bent and burnt…

Our barbarous brotherhood.

We stretch too sharp a hand,

And too much is cut.

We tread too heavy the boot,

Leaving but dust in our track.

Gone the gentle seedsman,

Victim of urban cowboy macho disease.

Deviated caretaker,

Conscripted and contained,

Out of time,

Out of options,

What dismay

Pays you best?

Cliff Lake 11/14/2023

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