Soil

(It's always something to keep an ugly bitch from smiling…I’m sure you guys are laughing; I don't care. I’m not laughing…Tavares - More Than a Woman…I didn’t really check my work. I guess this is ok)

It was the art of
Practicing
Knowing
how
Not to fold in the wind,
Concede to the
Rain or
Wither from the
Lack of water that
Just
Couldn’t reach the
Cushiony
Tree
Tops and with the
Flaccid
Capillaries
Irrigation
Dripping
Those
Color coded
Summers into
Making sure its
Morning was
Ready for the
Triage of
Soil;
There we
Were, again.