Reflections

i

a certain garden is in flames
i wonder
who put one of the leaves on fire
she calls it
my garden of wonder

ii

she continues
that her heart can take any form
a grazing grass for goats
a nunnery for spinsters
for the caterpillars, a big leaf
a cradle for a baby
dinner table for two
a handkerchief for tears

iii

he says he only believes in
love
hate is only its absence
where a queue ends
it always ends in the love
of humanity

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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