Are you listening, growing, jumping, climbing, typing, throwing rocks through glass, laying on stomach filling in crossword?

In cities in the skies,
gods dine on forbidden food
and, from time to time,
they spill.
Some droplets,
finding their way through a hole in a cloud,
land in someone’s dream
like a gardener’s stream
yearning forth foliage
ripe with points and pricks and beautiful flowers on vines:
fruit falling
to be picked up, buried, eaten, smashed,
deep, strong roots
surging downward,
each meristematic cell reaching for new ground,
and fierce stalks holding anxious petals
staring to the sun,
and limbs and thorns and grasses and weeds
in all directions
sprouting from the dead of night.

And I like to think of you
not quite as goddess
but,
with watering can in hand,
tender to my garden.

Are you listening, growing, jumping, climbing, typing, throwing rocks through glass, laying on stomach filling in crossword?

casimirck

Joined March 2008

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