Does shame wander here,
Kicking about the pickets,
Leaning heavy on the gate?
Does it wade among the weeds,
Feral garden, and cankered paint?
Some bohemian artist may see pride
In this masterpiece non grata.
I’ll look again tomorrow.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “O You Whom I Often and Silently Come”)
Life Immense 