no cloaks no masks
no labyrinths of glass
heroes sometimes come unasked
between the lightening cracks
one smells of lavender
one of larks
one with feathers one with a bark
pearly white--scruffy & wise
heart of a lion with walnut eyes
one comes dressed in flannel true
(that one is you)!
and the one that comes last
is of sweet golden prairie grass
heroes come as violets & birds
dogs
people
red buds & earth
to see their hearts & know their worth
playing the game from death to birth
the agate secret one carries inside
these heroes unmasked
become our guides
