Tribute To Poetry

I am throwing things away Only careful to conduct my citzenship In a very responsible way. I wrap my garbage so nothing can drip Into the frail environment: Feelings, emotions, clutters of the soul Tied neatly with each argument I tossed out to be broken down by mold. And when I thought me done With all this waste, this litter I have of words You some flower primed by sun Come rooting here with seed for applauding birds And said I nourished all this The fragrant flowers, the succulent seed and fruit Birds breaking out with bliss And poetry a fresh potting soil at your happy root.