I love it when people come to the conclusion that our one true hope is to wholly and deliberately reclaim our reliance upon the planet.  Spread seeds, rehabilitate concrete. Take it upon ourselves as the massive collective able to turn attention and hands to enact the revitalization of roots and rivers and air by planting planting planting trees and flowers for ourselves and the bees, at last to break free from the flawed machinations of owners degrading the very breeze.

Clearly, such connections move me to versify, so here’s some more:

Last night in the neighborhood bar a small scattering of conversations unplanned begun in comforts of friendly mundanity, observing style and recalling smiles,

evolve to involve our heights of possibility taken in hands by all who stand sides

inside the midst of life if only for all

deciding  at once as one to place

fates in the fruits we make not break

words venture to see
a scene of hands deliberate green
eyes affirm the dream
we could be set free to seed not cede
life a deed to know and grow not owe

only to breathe upon and on
what will we show