A poem is a fruit
you grow from seed.
You give it everything
you think it needs,
but you don't know
how long it will take
to ripen, or if it will.
You are ashamed of all
the things you took,
or took for granted.
You want to know how
to make it up, to make
it better. The fruit
is patient. You are
no gardener after all. And
the leaves that fall off
exude such fragrance,
even when crushed.