Thursday, July 29, 2010

indian paintbrush

when you grew on the hills in abundance
they used you as a supplement
to complement leafy greens
make their hair shiny
take away the aches and pains
of nomadic upbringings    the soreness of wandering

and now

and now your uses are so few
we've got salad dressings
shampoos and aspirin
houses carefully furnished with all of the comforts
of a society based on wants

and now

and now the purpose of your life
little bloom    little sprig
is to simply be looked at
enjoyed for your vibrance    your God-made evidence
your softness and possible danger
blooming in ditches next to roads we've paved
looking up at the sun while i look at you

and wonder where you've been
all the changes you've seen

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