To be remembered for this. She’ll accept the evaporation
of all other details in buckling concrete.
Tree roots need somewhere to go. The downturn
confused with a bow arched toward rooftop wild
flowers—it’s taken
a lifetime to learn to let these curves
cradle what they may.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
“it’s taken
a lifetime to learn to let these curves
cradle what they may”
oooohhh i do love this. it is poems like this that really inspire me – the ones one has to look deep inside to see the beauty hidden within.
wwoooow (:
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Thanks so much for your kind words.
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