bean

When all have had their say, their day

and thrown discarded rags your way

in  part exchange

where no deal was struck

disenfranchised

stuck

beyond the ring

of voices negotiating

yet eyes which failed to see

those rags

could  free

the imagination

float

construct a boat or arc

in case of flood

save

a man from his grave

dug

with spade

or feather

for the gift of gold

is one in which

the rags are rich

in holes and patch

threadbare yet

mask

disguise

trick

as jack o’ all trades intends not to stick

but climb

the beanstalk

of the mind

which grows

in the disguise

he sews

the seeds which  spill

to ripen, if they will

upon the earth which he tills

to give away the fruit that fills

the mind and store

with tales of laughter and more

than meets the eye

transformed by all that one may spy

trace

in the bush and scrub

reading the land we love

to work

to integrate

commune with

mate

yet wait

upon

enslaved

to freedom gained