Frames of Growth
The camera stuttered in jump cuts,
slicing the view of a plastic sky
until the film ran dry.
slicing the view of a plastic sky
until the film ran dry.
Tomorrow waits behind a curtain,
a garden of seeded potential
where the daffodil prepares to break
the cold, hard crust of the earth.
where the daffodil prepares to break
We entwine our fingers like roots,
ignoring the tinsel glare
ofa shallow, shimmering time,
reaching instead forthe dirt
and the steady pulse of growing.
ignoring the tinsel glare
of
reaching instead for
