If I lived in the city
I would be a gardener
Who works in the cool of the day
Before many people are stirringAnd the shadows stretch
Listening to the song birds sing
And the mourning doves coo.
My pants would stain green on the knees
From kneeling before the throne of nature
Co creator with God in order and right
I'd mow everything down to an even height
And sculpt the shrubs in the way they should go.
And I would give lime green and silver pens
To those who walk by.