Most Days I Want to Live - Gabrielle Calvocoressi

[luckyzukky]

Not all days. But most days
I do. Most days the garden's
almost enough: little pink flowers
on the sage, even though
the man said we couldn't eat
it. Not this kind. And I said,
Then, gosh. What's the point?
The flowers themselves,
I suppose. The rain came
and then the hail came and my love
brought them in. Even tipped
over they look optimistic.
I know it's too late to envy
the flowers. That century's
over and done. And hope?
That's a jinx. But I did set them
right. I patted them a little.
And prayed for myself, which
is embarrassing to admit
in this day and age. But I did it.
Because no one was looking
or listening anyway.

(gabrielle calvocoressi)
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