Post by Ron Buck (halfshell) on May 31, 2009 4:55:20 GMT -5
Reunion
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We bought on sale your weakened
back and wilted head.
Tiny sprawls of white hairy ends
crammed through every exit
of a green square plastic pot.
We thought, why not to take a chance;
what’s to lose?
The price we paid was minuscule;
add tap water, and earthen food.
Nothing more than warm sunny days--
eternal hope to postulate.
When you first bloomed-- year-to-date;
we danced under the tall slant of
blackened oak that grandfather
rescued from a bad episode.
Now flowers dress our center space
of common talk and kinship grace.
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We bought on sale your weakened
back and wilted head.
Tiny sprawls of white hairy ends
crammed through every exit
of a green square plastic pot.
We thought, why not to take a chance;
what’s to lose?
The price we paid was minuscule;
add tap water, and earthen food.
Nothing more than warm sunny days--
eternal hope to postulate.
When you first bloomed-- year-to-date;
we danced under the tall slant of
blackened oak that grandfather
rescued from a bad episode.
Now flowers dress our center space
of common talk and kinship grace.
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