Words&Dirt

Bury your life in bookends
for a bookend eases things
A start and a beginning both
will carry you as wings

Bring your callous calling forth
whisper through the wall
A crackling caterwaul awaits
the generous recall

You haven’t made it out just yet
your anchor still resides
But brilliant was the time we met
down in the lower tides

Shrinking claims your epigraph
reluctance sets the scene
Yet your resplendent epitaph
Won’t get you in the clean

Send me out to tie the rope
I shall not ever spoil
My garden grows eternal hope
refusing mindless toil