"Budding" 4 - 23 - 09
never did the tides swell or subside
as they have on this vagrant soul
between bubblecrabs and seagulls
the shells erode only the sand
of chateaus, so moves the hand
the growth of a garden, untended
brings beauty and the thorn
what was once a path is barred
by Regretta and Trauma blooms
buddings of ruin and rememberance
the bumblebee of possibility
knows not the scent of my posy...
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