Juvenile Mind
Another day gone
By and Winter’s rage just
Climbs and climbs.
Dead flowers blooming in my mind, so sweet the smell and
Exult I must
For life’s precious surprises keep my head out of the
Gutter.
Hydrotherapy for the plants rooted
In my
Juvenile mind.
12/7/14
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