pulling the carrots
these old hands still learning
how not to rush
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carrot, garden, harvest, poem, poetry on September 11, 2015| 1 Comment »
pulling the carrots
these old hands still learning
how not to rush
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being right, carrot, garden, poem, poetry on September 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »
From the top I
can’t tell if the
carrot below
will be straight
or spiraled, stubby
or long, but I like
to guess, and I’m
usually wrong.
And I do not
mind it at all
being wrong,
in fact I love
the surprise.
I tell myself,
wouldn’t it
be something
if I could be
so wrong
with you.