#notmysadness
And where drops the feet, a mild scintillation
Springs in the splash of the puddle here
And there and ‘yond the lawn
Reaching for the vindication
Of gun wrappers, ‘butts, and other
Brazen trash on the damp mulch.
Yet, these rains cry down with passion
Found not but in the ***** of home
—From very far away
—And very much alone
This seed of refuse, fertility yet sown
Sprouts the vine of rebellious fruits
Sneaking serpentine to the edge of the blazing sun
Embracing the split-wood and claiming
The hedge-proper its own.
And though you can’t cry
The world does it for you
Its tears made a forest so much higher
Than I; in meadows pert
You’ll show me a locket
Trodden in dirt, I’ll show you a flower that grew in the hurt
And grows to the top, the burgeon-trees lead
From one, little piece of trash
From one refuse seed.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
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And I just wanted to know, insatiable anticipation,
Just how you keep smiling
While all your teeth show
Stained with all that grief? And though,
Outside, you’re nectarine, just as the
Ducks ‘midst torrents preen and raindrops
Fall fat and unseen, outside
Abide, the open window wide, in clear mien
I see rain falling over glass, replenish, renew
And though you can’t cry,
The world does it for you,
To yourself, you utter a lie, but the world weeps here
For you
Just as I do, though, tears unseen
Separated by some barrier
Between.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC