Everyone
This world is made for you, and me, and everyone
The great, the small, the rich, the poor, and everyone
A cityscape of steel, and trees, and concrete
The comfort of a living space for everyone
Fields of wheat, and strawberries, and apple groves
A healthy, and a filling meal for everyone
Time ton cry, and time to laugh and celebrate
For joy, and love, and grief is felt by everyone
A world divided is no use to anyone
A world united is the peace of everyone
Ducks
A path runs beside the hedgerows
Down towards the river flow
And towering hawthorns grow
Delicate flowers among their thorns.
The stone steps are worn
And yet your feet are sure,
Settled in the grooves of time,
Beneath ivy vines, and a foliage roof.
A pair of ducks, aloof, glide past
And the brief flash of minnows
Shine silver in the water below.
Mushrooms
A mottled mesh of mycelium
The metabolic metronome amongst
Aging roots and amber roaches
Rousted from the rotting homes.
Heather, hyssop, hyacinth,
And singing starlings, swooping
In the sun beams. Reams of leaf litter
Lain on lice and mice and ivy shoots.
Shaded scenes of simply summers,
Thrumming with the thirst for freedom.
Thrumming with the thirst for freedom.
Thistledown and hummingbirds,
And hope sits heavy in my heart.
But here amid the ancient agaric
Grasses glint with morning dew
And mushroom gills are golden gilt
With mottled marks of mycelium.
My own Changes
They say it takes time,
It's not a matter of pride
She had in her mind how your future unfurled.
You cut off your hair,
And changed what you wear,
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl.
But pink birthday cards
And gendered words,
I struggle to see where the effort is made.
And over the years
It's becoming clear
That this is the way she always behaved.
I've bitten my tongue
And suffered her wrongs
But family only takes you so far.
She might never know
If I'm a boy or a girl
But I am who I am when you're ready to care.
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