poem – Page 2 – innocence abroad

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secret seeds

my sister gave me a dish
of seeds in soil, saying
if you keep it watered, someday
beautiful things will grow.

he sat huddled in his black puffy parka
on his black plastic chair
at the bottom of the exit ramp

when she once more reaches empty
the thirsty moon does not
refuse to turn and drink

when i wake in the night
reason once more shattering into darkness
it is love that leads me back to light

around the redbud tree
the sleepy daffodils
are beginning to wake up
and poke fragile arms
out toward the sky

in retrospect perhaps
i should not have made
that two o’clock pot
of joe

i used to get up early
and through the kitchen window
watch the pale light of morning
deepen into gold

we are not the girls we were
now with sorrow-hollowed faces
and sufferings’ silver threads
mingling with the gold

i have not tasted
chocolate for ten days.
what more is there to say?

you didn’t know it, but
i took you on a walk today —
for whatever i beheld i saw
with eyes that wanted yours
to see it too.