Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 6: Hardwoods
I planted this tree
Just outside my back door
A labor of love, even that-
Drove my shovel just there.
It grew some each year
I watched from the kitchen
That tree rooted me
As I had done, him.
And yet it was there
Bigger, different
But in the same place
Where I had had put him,
Until he wasn't.
Love never stops them
From leaving home.
Just outside my back door
A labor of love, even that-
Drove my shovel just there.
It grew some each year
I watched from the kitchen
That tree rooted me
As I had done, him.
And yet it was there
Bigger, different
But in the same place
Where I had had put him,
Until he wasn't.
Love never stops them
From leaving home.
