abandoned
at the end
of the world
you are forgotten
sunshine seeds
lashes flutter
as I dream
golden poppies
quiet
colors of dawn
on the packet
the disabled artist
opens my eyes
morning light
I reach for a pair
of gardening gloves
my rebirth
in the early summer
breeze…
Invisible tiny lives
in a soft lump of soil
planted
in the rich earth
I long for your blooms
Mariko Kitakubo
Deborah P Kolodji