undeterred
we germinated seeds wrapped in
moist paper towels
trapped inside teacup saucers
left behind beneath the kitchen sink
evicted for reasons unbeknownst
to the uncaring eye
we migrated into the metropolis
finding security amongst the living
barely surviving into the spring
we packed our things
heads held high and singing
like the birds following in our wake
crossing into newfound fertile lands
we planted something new
prayed to the gods that be
our resurrected hopes would grow
february two thousand sixteen
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There’s always hope when you start all over again. Beginnings are filled with the promise of a better future.
Yes, without question, Lola. Thanks so much for your thoughts and comments.
Nothings like a new start… though you have to cross the desert first.
Yes, like a cleansing I suppose.