All The Flowers That I Planted Died On The Little Concave In The Back Yard Which Holds Your Bones, But I Still Love You Poem by Wes Thompson
All The Flowers That I Planted Died On The Little Concave In The Back Yard Which Holds Your Bones, But I Still Love You
Rating: ★3.5
between the fence posts
and the road
the grass is harrow and
unsparing
a mosaic of broken glass
and
scraps of sharp metal
with rusted edges
yet within this
tangled disillusion
bloom small purples flowers
with white stripes
which happen to be
the most
beautiful form
we shared with the sun
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5/9/2024 1:27:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's a beautiful title..... and good description. =D