Thursday, 16 April 2009

tree,
fragmented and dead
I dream of you full
with life of birds and flowers
I've stripped you
down and prepared you
for all that may come
but that's
not
how
it works

1 comment:

Lluvia said...

I think this is my favorite of the group. I had to explain this to someone I met a few days ago. I knew it when I raised my children. I get it.