My free will is no myth,

like the determinists say:

it is a flower opening in

the jagged course of this 

evolutionary day—as mind 

emerges with brain and

the passion to create full

and be remembered beyond

the browning individual

rose of death that sweeps

each of us away; yet minds 

and passions keep coming—

growing ever with the wind

and the rain as new flowers

grow—individual but in rows. 

 

4/4/2020