blueberries

slip into my fingers from the sweetened tips of twigs

berries

dogs plop in the pond
having come full circle
sniffing, smelling, scouting, searching
for the furries of the farm

i slowly stroll behind them
with my little bag of berries
and my itchy scratchy arms.

pollen

flows into my crevices and flowers into phlegm.

honey

i'm in the bees. they smell my breath. they do not fear the sting of death, and only let me take as much as they decree.

it's good when such sweet sticky stuff can glue true friends both old and new.

i look at them, and know they're True.

seed

dropped pink plopping corn seed to the ground in the center of the hallowed spot, then turned and turned a twisting swirl outward from the center, stopped, and softly shuffled dirt with naked feet from side to side until the meat from last year's tender ears now dried and dyed for planting here is covered with a softened dust.

earlier I scraped the stones from ground to smooth the dirt into nice beds of flattened soil. my skin exposed, no tanning oil to come between the Sun and me, and wind sweet wind.
I smell.
I see.

burning man tree

my friend and son and i went to a hill to burn a standing tree in full moonlight. we tumbled sticks into the night and burned them with a brilliant light that slowly swirled around the trunk and wayne plucked banjo strings while drunk with parker telling tales of times behind us.
as we watched the flame fly up the limbs and spend its embers as saffron sands i stand and smell the sweet and good and listen to the fingers fling against the banjo's singing string and watch the shadows from the moon withdraw to hide from heat released from sparkling wood.

this summer i will also stand and watch this heat consume the Man, and warm us all with random plan.

rain

drops in and makes itself home in the grooves in the ground as it moves to deeper smoother streams of distance. warmer air makes time disappear in duties designed around the dirt, and all the things that flow up from it. bees need tending to. bees need tending too. i need more bees. and more time. or maybe just sleep.