I've always preferred
wild morning glories
over perfect, dead,
and red things in a vase;
I want mistakes, and room to grow.
Let's throw down roots
in troubled soil and turn
broken glass and metal scraps
into little white trumpets, unfurled.
Apr 5, 2023
Apr 5, 2023 at 10:58 AM UTC
I've always preferred
wild morning glories
over perfect, dead,
and red things in a vase;
I want mistakes, and room to grow.
Let's throw down roots
in troubled soil and turn
broken glass and metal scraps
into little white trumpets, unfurled.
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