I am neither all sinner or all saint
I am a break in the fence
easing the flow through boundaries.

Yesterday on an otherwise blue-sky day
a massive bank of cumulus clouds
spanned the southern horizon
great puffs of cotton piling up, surging, rising higher and higher
their moist life irrepressibly breeding before us
they were the most beautiful thing I saw that day
except the brown eyes of my lover
who gently held my right hand
on our trek into the country.

I've had my fair share of travels,
touched, the most glorious flower,
been, in the unforeseen sea,
lands of gold, peace, never to be reached

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what lies now, at home,
nothing here, yet all thee,
within me

People who plant,
seeds of tears,
triumph in years
Victory, and conquest
Water aided the seeds,
to grow, at their best
With heart shaped spears,
covered in smoothness,
over years
Prickly seedlings,
are not on this packet,
water used, would rupture,
their tax bracket,
"Bruised"
leaving them owing more,
using bottled water,
to grow the prickles,
that is sore,
but beautiful roses,
need more,
than cheap bottled water,
from the generic store.

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney