Philosophical

I laugh at the fact that there are
Creatures who know that
They know nothing at all
It is a flicker of divinity
To understand this only fact

I love the smell of pine trees
On a hill at night after the rain
Thistles whispering in the wind 
With the yellow lights of a small town
Glowing down in the pass

I can see the pauses
Between the musical notes
Simplicity is genius
And so isn't it surpassing
To write nothing at all?

His mother took orange skins
From the consumed orange wedges
And put red jello upon them
Arranged them for the party guests
In rows they waited

My brother got small model cars
One of them was a Corvette
They put it away in a closet
It was very special descending down
Into the dark of the wishing fountain

Some Simple Things