Today, I found out I was growing
luna moths
instead of tomatoes.
The plants are in a shady spot, three of them, and only ONE lonely little green fruit on the whole lurching mess of tangled stalks and leaves.  But, there's TWO luna moth caterpillars.
When they grow up, they'll look like this...










honoring Philip Levine


The noble poor and their robust backs,
that even when prettily slim, still young,
are racked with wiry constellations
of repetition and working asymmetry.

Street smarts create insecurity in hallowed halls,
and do little to assuage a lack of insurance
or the measured mechanics of bureaucracy.
Our attempts smack baldly of guile, even repulse.

Children, our the highest cultured joy,
a chance at future, better tomorrows,
a less grinding continuity, present stars.
Their eyes so boldly wide and undenied.

Possessions take precedence;
family, down-time, meals are ours.
Supporting, reinforcing tiny positives, smiles
as crow's feet spread with iridescent feathers.

The persistent magnanimity of religion,
superstition, old-wives tales ringing true.
Earth feet, litttle levitations, the persistence of work,
and just another day rising.

Ontoliths=ear stones in fish.

I ching.

18. Corruption

Corruption.
A foundation for progress.
It is beneficial to cross the big river.