Poetry from The Well

Heart of Things II

Norman, aka The Tiny

Norman, aka The Tiny

I envy the rhythm of his days

that alternate between sun and shadow,

cool and warm, hungry and fed.


On Sundays he’s still with shining eyes,

no fear of the week ahead.


He believes he’s regal

as an orchid.


Do I drag through weekends,

eyes on the weeds, missing the

tree stretching for the sun,

roots reaching deep into

the heart of things?





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