Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Execution

Like a plump seed, rich with promise
Of growth and flush branching
Springs the idea of a friendship
That will endure life and ravaging

There is hope shy, timorously tender
A twenty four carat witnessing?!
Of you that is more than their reflection
In that moment begins the dying

One day you do not water the bond
Then ease out on the weeding
A veto on mulch is bound to bring
Whispering wheeze from sapling

Rooted in that yawning pain
Bothered at the blighting
Combating blast and howl and canker
The cusp comes into sighting

And yet it weathers the life force hardy
Through night and day yet smiling
For ties do not make us
We execute the tying!

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