Naomi Jenkins Poet I do not know?

She Calls It Closure '07

Curved, un-curved.
The lines, my mind.
Recoil, explore,
Your life.
In green,
But the daisies keep on dying.
We do not care,
Of age or gardens,
Of trees or grass.
Pick up your trowel;
Dig hole,
Fill space,
Replant,
Move on

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John Loving Iii December 11, 2008 at 12:39 PM i'm touched i like the way yopu put things in perspective on moving on. i liked it over all good work john

Keith Bickerstaffe December 11, 2008 at 12:18 PM Your are the Queen of short expressions... '...the daisies keep on dying' really adds to the mood of the piece. So hard sometimes to move on... it gets easier with age. Best wishes, Keith