Friday, February 3, 2017

dormancy


don't worry,
my gifts are long-lived, patient,
well-armored.

they can thrive on unsaid words,
unmade connections,
fumes.

i have enough and more than enough,
so that i can simply hope
for the once in a decade (or longer),
lasting perhaps only one night,
long-awaited,
bloom.

No comments:

Post a Comment