you water
some things won't grow.
they stay
in ground,
or come out stiff
and slow.
a sad shade of brown.
you give it love.
you give it sun.
you pull the weeds.
you say sweet things
to the earth,
the burrowed
seed.
and still nothing
will come of it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment