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.
- Author: Amy Michelle Mosier ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2024 15:36
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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