Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Prodigal

Wild and bitter -- a prodigal, prodigious weed,
Pushing toward the light, born only to scatter seed.

In foolish wanderings
Among broken roots,
Bounty exists
In ditches,

In vacancies.
Overgrown children
Revel
In life's extremities.

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