Above and beyond

Craving the absolute, craving no bounds,
free spirited hounds run the track.
An impulse to attack is misplaced,
Laced with undeserving muck.
No need to duck imaginary blows
Take hold of the water hoes
And let them rain.
It would be wise to
Nurture the plant life.
Can then climb the bean stalk
To heights unimagined.
How sweet do the clouds look
When they are way under…
Like pillows to hug
Above all the fog.
Earth will be but the soil
Where the stalk’s roots coil
In happiness.

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