If my tears soak the dirt
of this barren place
will it grow a sheltering tree?
Or an ornate streetlamp
and a tram-stop
and a corner cafe
and a friend?
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
If my tears soak the dirt
of this barren place
will it grow a sheltering tree?
Or an ornate streetlamp
and a tram-stop
and a corner cafe
and a friend?