Monday, June 10, 2013

Summer's Weeds

I walked back to where
you pointed me and found them
at the place you said,
poking up, new growth,
new blooms, fire jewels, satin,
pictures of yearning,
one for another.
I feel that for you, as if
I am a new bloom
hoping you will touch
me, hoping I will respond,
hoping we can heal.

August 8, 2010 7:18 AM

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