Monday, March 28, 2011

Communal Sight #5: New Growth

Turn inward
  You are not what you were
I look at familiar hands
  and see cold stranger teeth
Who’s changed?

I am not a vine
  green-tentacled, wide-leafed
  turning and twisting my sticky-sapped leaves
  to follow the glowing fire of your sun.
Who’s changed?

What if you too are the same
  could I have walked wisdom with you
  and not known?
Even the greenest plant
may nurture, tenderly, a festering sore.

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