fertilize your roses
scatter some grass seed
over the faces of your friends
that they become meadows
or maybe just small patches
of green in the otherwise
driftless valleys of your life
as you drive through hillsides
of naked trees even before
the old leaves had fallen
the new ones those betrayers
were already formed
and the ruined cottage by the sea
is just now being born
1 comment:
This is lovely. The idea of a ruined cottage by the sea "just now being born" says everything. Nobody ever wants to love this way. The other fairy tale (the arsonist) is always preferred.
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