Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Rosebay Willowherbs...


Sometimes a seed will not grow
From one corner to another
As though a yellow laburnum…
Had poisoned the sky, and earth.

And, put bedrock down!
That cannot ever be unearthed.
Sometimes a seed will not grow
And, futility is all we’ll ever know.

But surly, as spring follows winter.
And as water dissolves rock!
A seed will find perches.
Even in a wall, its roots will unlock.

Just as a fireweed occupies
Burnt war-torn ground first!
Showing off its ramping spires…
We too will be heavenly disbursed.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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