Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Alphabet Seeds

She writes a poem
A day
And cuts it up
Into pieces
Scattering the letters
Into the wind
And praying
That the "p"s will take root
And the "q"s will land on fertile soil.
She dots her "t"s
And crosses her "i"s,
Not unlike
Crossing one's fingers or
Knocking on wood
While listening for pings
And waiting for a response.

1 comment:

Goddess said...

oh wow.

And thanks for ur comment the other day. =)