THREE SURVIVE
Three survive the late summer scythe.
First
the humble violet.. who lies beneath the blade.
Second, the mighty millenial
oak protected by his age and might.
Third.. the royal purple ironweed..
so awesome is its beauty..
death forgets his duty..
and stops in his tracks.. abandoning
the decapitating of blue chicory and pink
clover..
to demand of God a new assignment.
(to Bob Lance)
-saiom shriver-