Pulling out the weeds
this work, unpaid, unseen
in the garden of my mind.
I let the cherry blossoms bloom
by the tall grass growing to the
edge of the sea.
The painters in the rape fields
wave a silent greeting
as I weed until all perfection is regained.
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I like this too 'cos of the sea grass - I just planted some in the garden. Keep pulling those weeds...
ReplyDeleteYou are inspiring me to write some poetry!