Why does the green feed my soul

while black evokes a mystery,

and red, our life-giving blood

reminds me of our history,

and spirit too on silver wings

how gold runs to the heart of things,

and sophistry, is it the lot

that leaves us in a tangled knot !

Thanks-giving day-to fill with stuffing,

how everything has come from nothing !

And what is it – the ground of all

that tickles inwardness to laugh,

to leave me life-less on the wall

just hanging in a photograph;

is this a cosmic joke I see

or is it God, just being me,

for it is odd, don't you agree !

roy austin
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