Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Barren Ground

Your love was my nourishment
to feed on
the ground where it was planted
is barren
the winds scattering the seeds
of your offerings
given in condescending charity

Gratefully
I pecked away at what I could
hurriedly
before I lost all that was there
pitifully
scattered upon the dry dirt
in your passing

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