3/19/10

i'm not sure
how hard we'll fall
before we reach the top
of the wayward
willow tree.
that stands

alone.

surrounded by
foreign types.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
for the rain to
hold her
down.

though i never have the chance.

i was never much of a writer. . but a reader, now i've got that one covered.



i'm more passionate than i realized. now cultivation must continue without doubt.