(To: S.W.)
every silent plant in the garden knows
two sorts of wishes make up the world:
one is conceived in heaven, the other in hell
the earth buttoned its lip, too humble to tell
with regard to intent, millionaires are all
yet about prayers, most of us ignorant children
undiscerning of whatever come may
we keep chanting prayers anyway
every silent plant in the garden knows
two sorts of wishes make up the world
each sheds quiet tears as morning arrives
every silent plant in the garden knows
two sorts of wishes wake make up the world
each shedding quiet tears as morning arrives
when were awaken us from a sinless realm
(April-May 1999)
