Monday, August 19, 2013

Wild Grass

Promises blossom 'round
the triumphal arch forged
by my working the steps.
Like a gardener, though,
I can't enjoy them, forgetting
how precious they are.
Doubts, fears, and discontent
won't remain banished
from worked and fertile ground --
like wild grass they lurk,
hoping to reclaim their domain.
Not while I've got the hoe,
never while I remain diligent
to care for the garden of promises.
wildgrass

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