Apple Seed

Red Sun
burnin' my back
into leather

diggin' the soft earth
stainin' my fingers
with geological history

countless rainfalls
births
deaths...

of species
i ain't never heard of

and I'm diggin'
with love
in my heart
and the hope
that this man
of leather and sweat

can line our hard roads
with trunks and leaves
grinnin' petal faced babies
bees
butterflies
and gusts of wind
sweeter than syrup.

BH