In the name of the Bee— And of the Butterfly— And of the Breeze—Amen! –Emily Dickinson
Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me Walking in the woods is my favorite show The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Dogs and leopards and bobolinks agree Give me a mountaintop slathered in snow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me
No more bosses and timeclocks to appease No one monitors when I come and go The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Hugging a rainbow – talking to a tree Sipping on the sunshine – living real slow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me
Overcome by joy – overwhelmed with ease Sing with the flowers – listen to them grow ` The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Daydream and become everything you see Take a deep breath – your body feels the flow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me I’ll take the bee and the butterfly and the breeze
We played in the dirt And you wiggled off my shirt You were amusing for a while With your agonizing smile
Now it's back to your wife Your respectable life You can think of what we did When you're playing with your kids
My petunias are none of your business I don't care if you think they're looking nice My petunias are none of your business I won't make the same mistake twice
You’re a weasel and a whiner And a coward and a fool You sit on the council With the men who make the rules
It's a talky little town And the stories always flow I’m not really bothered By what they think they know
My petunias are none of your business Another man's gain will be your loss My petunias are none of your business Forget about my pumpkins and my squash
In slow sustained consistent vibration all over outside Tapping window, streaking roof, running down runnel and drain Waking a sense, once more, of all that lived outside of us! –Delmore Schwartz
All that lives outside us The Gift that grows and guides us An ocean and a windstorm And a flame
The sun that warms and feeds us Though it doesn't need us I'm pretty sure it loves us Just the same
Fade into what sustains us What bleeds and entertains us What drizzles from above us Down the drain
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