national poetry month

I'm considering moving to Canada to live on an asparagus farm.

Asparagus

Doesn't worry about taxes or puppies or rent
Just grows and thinks greenly

Sensibly

I'd love to be sensible
I'm tired of the same people, the same expectations
The same taxes

I'd like to be sensible, tall and green
Straight and singing to a cloudless sky.

In Canada they have such farms, where the workers don't care
about death and taxes and whether we'll war

Sensibly

They go about their work, craggy faces full of peace
Hands caressing the singing spears.



(from years before I met B. Life is ironic sometimes.)