a tree planted deep in its roots
could not blossom or spur
but flourish
for the caretaker always watered and the sun
the sun always shined
look up and check, if you become blind
you know it's true
but who watched the care taker
....
just the stalker across the street
peering through the windows with binoculars
jotting down the actions and deeds committed
she just put her attention upon trying to formulate
what it meant to be a good person
what it meant to care
what it meant to be a caretaker
for when the caretaker was no longer able to nurture
the naturalist could fill the caretaker's shoes
stalking is just a cover up for taking interest upon a person
(this may not be poetry..but my thoughts atm)