A green boast

“Good luck with G now” – laughter,

I suppose it was meant to kill me,

But no, it doesn’t, the saying goes on, doesn’t it?

Boxers bounce and parry a hit

My pathway is not the concrete hell of yours,

Inhuman being. Mine is filled

With things invisible, that Earth, Where birds speak of love grown on trees, peeking thru it

And celestial, and dreaming over it all, sat,

Penultimate G. I know what I

Know, does she, tho that be my mystery,

Does she know what I know, that

Is an ending, yet I just grow, that is life, at the

End of the path, the day lies a

Tree, and on it jeweled fruit, her Throne – on it goes like this, life, and why is a mystery