-What are we gonna do with all this earth?
-Give it to the meek.
-Clint Eastwood and Lee Marvin
Soft flows the flat leaf floor,
Of riverbeds, long run dry.
Ear to the ground,
Cool, soft sand soothes the worry.
Don’t let the shadow of leafless tree canopies frighten.
Must there be no ground to scatter or cover,
Might there be a might and a will to slip off soft cover.
Not a well, not a hole in the ground.
Let “trip and stumble” float to its destination.
Callous trees blamed by carved hearts and initials.
There once drew water here,
For animals, for none.
The strong current, unforgiving,
So careless to have dove in.