Poetry

Someday

Sooner than later I’ll be dirt
Not just dirt but rich
nutritious earth that
lovely lavender crocus
will seek to host their
birth and the bees
The thirsty bees
will nurse as children
Old friends
And none will care
what a shit I’ve been
or about the many sins
of which I was falsely accused

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