Tuesday, March 29, 2011


got2dogs



The endings
are in the beginnings
one way or another

Flower turns itself to seed
the children move beyond us
into space we cannot even imagine

Carrying loads we know nothing of
We turn, then, to each other,
let them go,
and drink our tea


In the rosy twinight,
A grin, still,
at what they cannot
guess of us


jjl
8/6/2007

2 comments:

listener said...

Oh, I absolutely love this, puddle.

Thank-you. ♥

puddle said...

Thank you back! ♥