I take inspiration from the lost and discarded. The once loved and no longer needed. I write and I make art and sometimes I post it here. Thanks for stopping.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Seed
a single bloom
red upon stone
afraid to pluck it
in case there are no more
it withers where it grows
instead of spreading seeds
just a momentary thrill
amidst the cracks
out of place
and ill suited
dried up and then forgotten
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