“Forget-Me-Not”
s t a n d
where …
you are
and feel
the ground
beneath
and walk
its dirty streets
not
point-to-point
but
here to there
and rest
not on concrete
steps
but
along its
ever blade
and sleep
not on bricks and mortar
but
in its puddle
full of drops
and sit
not in somebody’s seat
for it’s already
taken
but
in its fallen leaves
the stillness
of the heart
for the earth yields
what love forgot
what time
does not
TL