Tuesday, April 11, 2006

passion alive

passiflora caerulea

no matter what a day forces down my throat
i can always go out to my garden
and find something that fills my heart & head with joy.

this is why gardeners garden, painters paint and writers write.
no matter what a day holds, there is something that we can till
which will hold us until we stumble on tomorrow's salve.

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