Although there is not enough pain in me
to grow this garden--creativity
I don't feel deeply enough to fertilise
words that would make you weep or sigh

Barren field, where no blooms grow
Long dry my soil
yet trapped below
are seeds I've planted
waiting there
for water of love
of hope, of care

Come tend my soil
please reap
please sow
to burst forth in flower
I long to grow

05/29/2005

Posted on 05/29/2005
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