No Money No Time
NO MONEY NO TIME
No money no time
The days aren’t mine.
Sky that was solid
Grows thin as pallid
Congregants of cloud
Couple and uncouple
Above a crowd
Of cornstalk stubble,
Of golden rod
And purple Asters,
Milkweed pod
And hay in pastures.
Crimson hands of woodbine
Thread the indelible sign.