back then
youth-struck
i believe-
i used to believe

the earth
it self
(my mother)
she would gather
the divine
(picks her peaches,
withal,
from her tree)
power to
rearrange

in our minds-
and the relief!

every thing
living or
breathing
into
beauty

today, let me
report (to you)
i still take pity
on the faces
of dying dogs
i
(my dear)
drink soda and watch the news.