Monday, September 3, 2018

mentor

a midnight confusion
clouds my mind
and settles in to take root
a weed seeded by ill winds
mentors have I had
in gardening gear
to show with hoe and spade
to leave the flowers
but still my bed in disarray
watered by too many showers

1 comment:

  1. This is a, " read it four times and think about it the rest of the day," type of poem.

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