(O flowering tree....)
O flowering tree, O flowering tree
on the freeway's careful side,
dusted with petroleum and pure
dirt of heaven,
help me now: I pray your courage
growing where machines dictate,
mindless of the hell they saw,
putting forth flowers,
illumining the earth in its due season.
Illumine me, I pray you,
lying here in my motel room,
naked and alone,
not clothed with the light of heaven like you
but with four walls growing
innumerable as the hours deepen
into my darkness.
Place on me your fourfold emblem,
seal me with the seal of your love.
I go forward, no longer awaiting
the angels of morning,
now I have seen you, now I have seen
with my own eyes the flowers
breaking the gradients of doom
with joyous pleasure.