Thursday, August 13, 2015
Plant the next forest within me
where you took down my body,
my uprooted self—now gaunt
like a scarecrow singed
by controlled burns.
Plant one for my future
and plant one for yours.
No, it wouldn't be the same
replacing possibilities of trees
that you took down for another
replacing one for one that is gone.
It is the cycle of things we learned
though not sure if it is the same
as letting the chance seed fall
in its prospective dream.