redhanded: a songe forre the loste
for the lost
fiddler and singer of the world anew
for larkin and io
rose and isabella
kate and shepard and aaron
with all joyous gratitude for why
and for bruce greene
and will whey
seven of the thirty-seven who know
how and why to wing it
Whatever profit hath a man of all his striving
which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh;
but the earth abideth forever.