Rising

ptg06_top

The curious and the intent
ask about my love trapped
in stone.

Will it hurt to leave–
Who can come along–
Where will I go–

Women beg the
gardener for data.

I could say there are many
ways to lift a heart,
but this may hold
the greatest promise.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s