sometimes I slice
little poems from my life.
It’s kind of like pruning,
only no blisters.
Mostly I toss them,
But sometimes
I save one,
put it in water;
it sprouts,
taking on a little life
Of its own
and I find
it isn't really mine
at all.
1 comment:
How lovely! It makes me want to go plant some words right now!
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