Wee seeds

forget us,
impossible

unable to dig up
what’s deep

water it or not,
it’s growing now

her and me
a tree of us

rain and sun
all it needs

what if she
does not show up

sit in its shade
until doom’s day

wishes to ignore
desire, love,
do I care

as long as
heart beats
I’ll be in it

with blood which
flows red,
flows back
through it

every fifteen
minutes


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:12 a.m. 08.01.08
Tia poem # 64