Wishes To Burn

From grave to instinct and before
wishes to plant
sometimes wishes to burn.

Married wiping the blinds clean
succulents in pots
dusty with squinted scorn.

The writer conjures up a manifesto
to implantation in
the abstruse plot of his roots.

Elected representatives flower
after rare rain
then wither before the fruit.

Young we swung on low branches
later on dilemmas
the bravest actually let go.

Fertilized smart undisciplined
city crows peck
and country cocks crow.

Furrow and rock keep no time
opposite of sleep
when chimes tock the tick back.

From grave to instinct and before
wishes to plant
sometimes wishes to burn.

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