scatter hand

given my life
by the scatter hand
seeds fling through fingers
out to damp earth
under the redwoods
i grow
i think i know
then the next man
shows me up with
the new thing
scatter hand is gone
moved on now
swinging back to
throw love and
sweet new faces
chatter and skitter
in the new world
new every femtosecond
new every thought
purple streaks on
the nights spent
wandering singing
talking drinking
thinking new thoughts
making the new world
scatter hand seeds
we grow
think we know
let’s go