Out of Urban

Come out of urban:
Come with me to the soil,
the flesh and blood of everything.
Wrap yourself in bare earth and come
together with every living thing
that has its time and grows to dust.

Come out of urban's
paper wealth and live;
light to dark to light,
young to old to young again.

Let the random rains
swell your breasts with prairie summer
and wait the hard of winter.
Sleep with me in snow
and throw yourself away with fall.

There is no dissevering
the all of us,
except by extinguishing the star
or washing our hands of the dirt.

Dave Bishop

Copyright © 1998 Dave Bishop

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