The Daily Poem

LEAVETAKING

I leave my farm all smooth and clean

   In search of crops with higher yields,

   Take out across the fallow fields,

My bets well hedged in dueling green.

The vegetation rages high,

   The inclination rises steep,

   On every side phantasms leap

Around the corners of my eyes.

The air is pungent with the scent

   Of pollinating fever grass

   That paints my trousers as I pass,

With yellow dust of sweet intent.

No pocketful of seeds for me,

   No master plan with gardens fair;

   I’m on my way toward something rare,

A fanciful philosophy.

The tenets of my creed are few,

   The a priori ballast light;

   I take the day and leave the night,

I leave the old and take the new.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (In Memoriam Stanza)