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Final Cleanout

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You wanted to say
so much
yet didn’t

but called for
a dumpster
to toss their life

their boxes
and boxes
of this and that

their knick
knack
bric-a-brac

their photos
of strangers
shoulders aching

your hands
dust dirty
staining your soul

‘sorry
so sorry’
with tears falling

on plants just dying
to go home
with you.

4/2/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Miracle Grow

Miracle Grow

Her hollowed skin
is potholed
on old bulging
veins,
and when she
wrings her hands,
she breathes
in deep.

Her slow exhale
drips out
every secret
dream
she had.
Till all she is –
is a concave
bowl.

And if only
plants
could thrive
without sun,
she might have
need
for one.