every lesson a dull head learns
is something that a dull heart earns
in the field the body burns
narrow in the fallow until the crop returns
flowers nodding seeds into the breeze
colours bright amidst the dance of bees
we were children greening our knees
hanging upside down from the branches of trees
all the distance we are building in
is space where a new world might begin
you know how to lose as you forget how to win
contact becomes a cardinal sin