Sunday, June 2, 2013

soil [a poem]

rocky soil
packed down beat down trampled path soil
woven with weeds
good healthy soft
I am soiled
not soft enough
too many rocks
in no real pattern
for no real reason
and my imagination can't make one up
I don't think I can change this soil
of mine
yet I can tell anyone
how to fix
any soil
but mine
[yeah Mike, your right,
"I could laugh
but it's not funny..."]
the only way
I can really change you
is to change
simple to say
painful to act upon

by b.e. noll

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