Poem Shards

Affection is like water
    from heaven
     falls down upon 
       the dry fields
         of lost time and
              regret
              (heart ached)
      and makes them
            full of the 
          flowers of
         life's bounteous promise.

  But if it keeps up
        with the rain
       it's just like mud-season
  and no one wants 
       to go into those
             fields   --
       in fact they 
          curse them.

  And all that's left to 
     do that's fun there
       is mudrunning --

  Rip up that muddy 
             place --
       run this rig as
        fast as you can
      to escape from
        the festourous bog --

  Then Farmer says
      "No -- No --
  stay on the trail
     cause I 
       like this place
    when it's dryer."
 
  from poem page 119