Walls
We built a chinkless wall
Without blueprints at all.
We did not pause to think
About this wall of ours,
As stone by stone it rose
Above our tiptoed eyes.
Trash piled up on both sides
Of what our labor laid;
Yet, at least, a rose climbs,
Prideless,
Upon this moss-grown side.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2019
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