My prized possession is

My prized possession is

Rooted deep in my heart

It is the pi of love

Forever from the start

It thrives in light or shade

Everyday a new shoot

It arches high and low

Both net and parachute

Closer to privilege

Closer to privilege 

Having little support

Allowing and mixing

My own clay in the thwart

Growth in frontiers without

Fences or rails and posts

By dressing my own wounds 

And confronting all ghosts

The universe cycles

The universe cycles

From birth to death to birth

All is temporary 

Our sun and planet Earth

We funnel in and then

Funnel out again new

The black holes and red dots

Each a probable clue

In some random future

In some random future

An accidental turn

We may come face to face

The stagnant and the learn

Your opinions unchanged

You may say they’re unmatched

I have left the nest while

You’re eggs are still unhatched

Blustering winds are here

Blustering winds are here

Magnolias too soon

The late days of winter

The occasional June

Soldiers of Vietnam

Bouchard on my wrist cuff

We say never forget

Not enough is enough

Our dreams blow across these

Our dreams blow across these

Zen-less gardens unraked 

They can be planted here

Regardless of mistake

Wise children learn to cope

We bloom in the hardest

Aloe to ourselves when

We are Avant-gardist

The snow shovel now rake

The snow shovel now rake

Last year’s leaves still linger

Giving Spring a handshake

Counting change, each finger

Time again moves quickly

The trotting robin’s urge

Gathering the fragments

Without sensing the purge