Butterfly Press

old rocks, old trees, old wives
old gods, old words, old lives
old wagons hitched to old equine
of mice and men are thee and thine.


old harness strains, unequal yoke
old frustrations veiled in smoke
from ancient fire madly stoked
with broken bellows. 

old pockets full of old ideas
old decisions dipped in tea
cups and saucers soon embody
sacred anthropology.
 

old works, old bones, old pains
old dirt and stones on withered lanes
old horses plod with tangled manes
through holes in barns in married brains.