Rather than talking to walls
I’d prefer a saguaro
For the wisdom they know.
Centuries - they come and go -
Leaving mysteries unsolved
And the traditions Loss mourns
Told through centenarian eyes
Could straighten crooked lies
With some persuasion - surprise! -
Instead they bristle with thorns.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2024 15:36
- Category: Reflection
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