Poem #2,728 | Gardening
Love for her was a one way
pull –
no giving
[it was said
‘loud after all] –
here in this
different place a difference
of thought forever exists –
I
will dig at my rot-rich plot –
Time’s composting of time
under passing of time –
See
this root?
It will lead me to
a starting point
[it thickens
with pulls] –
I will not plant
so selfishly ‘gain –
no more
short-lived blooms –
& I will
replace those brief flowers
[with unending devotions]