We’ll planting some new seeds, today,
fresh young ones which will sustain us
with their un-self-realized fruits and flowers.
Lovingly placed, (in the dirt),
in Newtown and Parkland gardens
or scattered willy-nilly Columbine
tossed against Hokie Stones blown far and wide
to fall and take root and to grow
year after year after year.
We’ll be planting some new seeds, today,
(yet those are so bitter),
in Santa Fe.