Planting Pansies
by Lisa Gemperline 1997
Holding softly
as if watching caterpillars crawl
fingers beg roots that
cling to all they've known.
Mounds of earth form
as beds are turned down
for thirsty newborn plants.
Brothers kneel protective
over happy golden-eyes
Story time draws near with
whispers of possibilities.
Then, the light go out.
Dark, soft comforts
as it falls on tired clumps that doze.
Dirty fingers hug the soil
tucking them in tight
where underneath, roots
stretch, yawning for
one last drink
before they sleep
settled into their new home.
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