on the digital face of time,
cacti
blooming in the desert,
no longer just in Indiana
but Arizona , Dry Tortugas
and Katmandu
Indian paintbrush and Job’s tears
survive
the frozen snows of yesterday.
.
Mankind
of wanton boys
hiding in the hills
can never kill
all the enemies
of its gods.
Being
(with a capital B)
had
no beginning,
no end;
its
beauty
blooms
forever;
don’t miss it
as you tiptoe
through the minefield
of your brief existence.
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