are the ones
edge-less and
unwalled
like a garden
city in a
warless age
caught
half born
and premature
certainty
bristles at the
thought of its
own form
moulded and fired
cooled without
cracking or
warping
confusion blurts
a better
sculptor would
keep it inside
half formed
ReplyDeleteyes always
harmless thoughts
for small creatures
bless their hearts