2024 Poetry

The perennial issue for sprouts, ugly head every year, refusing to grow bigger or get smaller sprouts lives dies. It’s covered by snow and returns again and again and again this year. I’ll dig it out and throw it in the compost and let somebody else see.

And then you drove byAnd you left meHolding the gateMaking me wait And you believed you were on your ownBut you were handicapped By love unrequited And left me alone