My shadows you grew in your backyard, clandestine photosynthesis with your darkness. I nourished them with tears, unsalted over time. The sun came up, I reached deep down, my roots calling out to me. Uprooting them was painful but I heard your darkness scream through my veins. Tearing away from your weeds, I stretched out…
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
Your warm embrace
Like a cloak of freedom
Laid the sun in my arms
Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
A tiny brown triangle on the finger tip
Promises to explore distant lands on a trip
