The Vine
Falling leavesDescending from my branches
of despair
Crowded in a ground of fallen hopes
and dreams in these accumulated piles
Lost into this yard of nothing.
Fertilized beneath there grows a city
of excitement
Growing to evaluate a surface of
enlightenment
Overturning these small pieces toward
a brighterhope of littered sunshine
Waiting only for each moment as it comes
Into this vine of splendid drops of
sweetest nectar.
3-12-10
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