Putting Down Roots
Reluctant,
reticent, resilient
Roaming
through the meadows of my mind
Mercy
lurking and leaking out
Like
a hissing radiator
That
can’t quite warm up
It
clanks and pops
Posing
like it is going to do something
But
the room remains ice cold
Hot
to touch, but not moving out
From
its cold metal
To
brush it would melt paint
But
to stand across waiting
Expectant
of a tropical-like-existence
Nothing
there but a grand
Performance
of air
Sticky
mind is bogging me down
To
slide into those pipes
Clonking
around, gurgling
Glue-like
persistence
To
stick around and around and around
The
same bends and jerks
That
pulls from somewhere unknown
To
go down that same road
And
wind up in my favorite hated haunt
To
dance with ghosts that calls my name
And
ask if it is still a dime
to
take me round the floor again
or
has the price gone up?
I
fly away from them
Clawing
out of that grave
To
find the flowers have
Bloomed
above ground after all
Spring
has arrived early
The
ground now unsettled
It
is tilled and ready for planting
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