Flourishing everywhere:
Bushes and and burrows,
Valleys and sidewalks,
Or the littlest spaces--
The cracks in between.
Admired by a child--
or hated by adults.
Picked or plucked.
On lonely nights
Our roots grow deep.
Coiling inward
For dozens of times.
Then, in a night,
Drastically changing!
Monochrome Settles in,
the death of my colors;
The birth of light hopelings
Through night, through daylight
The wind blows away
Our fuzzy hopelings;
The wish of a child
That silent hope that
Despite ourselves,
We can carry it.
And despite ourselves
We set sail,
Flourishing everywhere
YOU ARE READING
As I left
Poetry"As I left I thought I heard the Doors creak and the walls weep And I was so sure you would Wake..." A collection of stories from my childhood, written in digital ink as poetry. Some are old, some are newer and some I haven't touched in years...
