Crop Circles

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Crop Circles ~ a poem about admiration

Your hope in me wears swift shoes on nimble feet

I know this to be true

Springing Gazelle like through the tall and southwardly bent

Zoysa green blades of grass

I bend low to eye the high arched crop circles that you have left behind

In your sadly mistaken haste

And in your idealistic wake

My pastime is not to follow you

Nor is it to track your methodic moves

I live only to breathe in the remains of your vim

And the crushed life that slowly seeps chlorophyll

Do you know what else?

I envy you

Although I could never tell you

and

If you were ever inclined to trace your past steps

You would as sure as sunrise find me at lovelorn peace

Laid low by admiration

Content to trace the outline of your merciful imprint

Everywhere you have been

I have been and l have laid my body down

A carob tree shrine

A temple free of walls where I have prayed

and paid for my sins

While up ahead you run head first into my disappointing day
©2003

The Poetic Works fo Jerry K. Bradford

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