I like to create
it’s growing—
so?
(you say)
Sow what
you say,
I’ll
till you…
from arts & letters
will you,
from Dell & bract, I’ll
thrill you,
to seed in short
terms
tend you,
in florid long, I’ll
send you,
vines entwined, I’ll
pen you
in lines, and rose,
de-fenceless
exposed to storms
so scent-less
found in the
I
a calmness,
greenhouse grown
–you’ll flourish…
indigenous with
wind-driven word
–a forest
controlling a climb
of reason and rhyme
–sow sporous.
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