It was mint
pressed there with all its might
And out
Down the round spirals of pipes.

When you woke
from a dark dream
You found me gone
and running running
faster and faster
In my own dream.

We sat
silent under the yawning yew tree
dreaming third eye mandalas
Of our fathers.
The day sky sobbed
It's rain
Shushing our father's
Painful screams.
"Taste this", you said.
And I did. It was mint.

CF
6/18/02