yesterday/today
by Kitty Boots
what will come
walking the weary
to a resting place
of bones and shuttered windows
dusty corners
stale, vacant
tilling the soil
tamping down seeds
you try to grow again
walking the weary
to a resting place
of bones and shuttered windows
dusty corners
stale, vacant
tilling the soil
tamping down seeds
you try to grow again
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Oh that last line. ***
** love!
Held my breath. Big sigh at end. That last line...wooooo.
Thank you, Adam, Rachna, Arturo and Matt. Yes, it seems to be an off day. Solar flares? Portals opening? Stars exploding?
"you try to grow again"
So much hope in this line. Really nice.
Tripping on the wrack line.
tilling the soil
tamping down seeds
you try to grow again
The stuff of life. Things we need to do.*
Lovely and real.
Haunting and melancholic. Good stuff.
Thank you Erika, Tim, Gary and Jill.
Mysterious and real *
Thank you, John!