My Freedom Lawn
(Excerpt from my writing practice on the porch)-
"Makes no never mind to me,"
said the mockingbird when no one answered any of his dozen songs,
said the cloud blown apart by the wind and divided by mountains,
said the barn when its foundation cracked after one hundred years,
said the cornstalks as the farmer hoed out burdock and pigweed,
said the cow as she lifted her tail and squirted a stream of piss in the grass,
said the hay bale, smoking at its core and ready to burst into flames,
said the black snake flattened by a truck's wheel in the country road,
said the old man, waiting on the porch for his love to round the bend,
"because my happiness is not the only happiness."