for a minute,
life has symbolism and gravitas
———————–i am god in the garden
———————————–long buried beneath roses
———————–our bones rest together
and your heart is a sphere
——————————————only a minute.
——————————————then it comes back.
life, i mean.
life comes back.
———————————–it has a way of doing that.
a persistent ache,
—————————-a cabbage butterfly in your garden of poems.
Westland High School