Tags
choice, city, communication, faith, flowers, gift, hydrangeas, life, love, plants, relationship
Here we stand.
We disagree
talking about potted plants
splitting trees
balconies strain my eyes,
stretching as far as I can see
you still don’t see, I’m still me.
We disagree.
The hydrangeas grow
too tall for your front yard
Don’t survive
thrive on city windowsills
But still
you offer gardens of color
For us—the excommunicated
Lovers.
