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
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2008
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