my thoughts collect
easily, lying
d
    o
        w
            n;
my head cushioned
against Nature's
welcome mat,
a cradle for my
pressure cooker
mindscape.

& even the grass
caresses the
back of
my neck today,
as if to
say:

there is
so
much
love
growing here;

so
much
time
spent saying
everything (& nothing);

so
many
words
tumbling
d
    o
        w
            n
to nurture
this
breathing [ space ].

and yet why
am i not
surprised
that
your flowers

f a i l

to
bloom?

08/03/2003

Author's Note: There's too much luv and not enough love.

Posted on 08/09/2003
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