I removed the understory today with instruments blunt with age. I sweating and green. I cannot help but see the saplings as my minor characters and wonder about what it was that they dreamed. When you are the queen of your own green city and you are trapped amongst the Wait-a-While, you wonder who will visit you here in this dark castle of the wilds.
then
ReplyDeleteas a stranger
give welcome
ReplyDeletethe wind
the birds
the poems
the gravel once grey
ReplyDeletescraped from cemeteries
is now green with home