FURROW
For jo

You see beauty up
I see beauty down but
It’s the same beauty.

The clouds of debris
Are soiled but you have
To dig or part this muck
To get at the core, clear
Away this debris don‘t
Sweep it under the mat.

Your life and the mat
Will become the debris
And you’ll need a refuge
Truck and a squad of bin-
men to clear your load.