The unmasking of brick under plaster
lends the underpinning of strength
and comforting longevity....
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Ah, the stalwart growth
of a long-planted plant
aiming itself
upward and toward the skylight:
"Feed me! Feed me!"
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Plant pot bottom
encrusted with its own decay.
A cracked rim,
holding in the heaviness
of wet, black soil.
Should be a sign of warning:
"Caution: Plant at work!"
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(From the third level steps of The Passageway)
This
is a place to perch
and love almost as much
as the old farm tree
I scaled.
Up
and into it's easy-access limbs.
Settle in.
Observe from behind the leaves.
Secure in the shady semi-seclusion.
I long
for the daily business of the birds:
their cheeky beak-talk,
the preaching to their own choir
and then--
full-lunged,
long
sung
song.
