Ochre Dreams
I
Grey spaces, but the day has broken
Hope rubs an eye, turns back to snooze
Clear water in mason jar hold one life
No frills, no leaves, ochre lotus intrudes ...
Hopes falling into grey sleep
II
Sometimes a solitary dandelion defies
All the cruelty, machinery of man, mowing all
That stick out rebel-like in manicured lawns of his lives
His dreams, his families, his nations small
Or huge - no matter but his mind ... Korea is small!
III
Field of yellow dandelions
Like a million galaxies with their suns
Daring darkness to do its worst
Or that single lotus in the fens ...
Of our concomitant creation (beauty? beast?)
IV
There where imagination has married vision
A mustang survives yet another depredation
Emerging among the blood-red poppies
Bold ... daring even woman to tame his Spirit
If she could ever catch whatever happiness is
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