The Terms

I think

within about two lines and without
scrolling down
you can
tell who

wrote what you're reading
on this blog.
Surprise - it's ds.

These styles made of words.
Words made of man.
Monk writes from the self of feeling.
The galaxy tells about sad
people who don't live
together anymore.
The mother-maker writes
what sees and is. A citizen stares
out from the windows.

This is the earth; ground and dirt.
The furrows stretch to the edge. I can see
the shoots
on your side crawling
towards up - the clouds moving
the busy sky.