Open-Hearted Leaves (7_21_2025)

Wickedjohnandthedevil

When I was young I tiptoed the garden
And then I salted all that I could see
The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me
But no so much for the open-hearted leaves

August came around while I was sleeping
September grasses bent under my feet
The ladder spent its year upon the brick wall
And I spent mine out crawling like the weeds