I wrote this poem almost two years ago. Its been playing in my mind over and over this past week.
When all our things
Have been broken
And none can seem
To put it right
We'll turn to someone else
For a remedy
For the sting in our eyes.
I'm broken in the telling
But I don't mind.
I'll meet you by
The water well
If its in the design.
I will wear yellow
If you will wear black.
We'll confuse the tiger wasp
We'll get her back.
