Tender

Tender

Sunday, August 5, 2012

What is the past?

Hope Shoots


I picked every choice I live with, and each made its own sense in its time.

Gnarled and cut but solid roots
Reaching still for the sun with green hope shoots

What is the past to me?

Only the way I got here.











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