Saturday, July 13, 2013
Shoots and ladders
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~Alice Walker
Can't hear each other above the sunbursts
nor see each other past the clouds
smeared all over us.
We're on knees in the backyard pulling
at each other as if we're weeds. It's okay.
I'll plant my own garden instead. Spread my legs
and watch the stars shoot into the distance I can't
reach and whisper, “I love you.”
Hear me, daughter, I'll get a ladder.
I won't bring you down.
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