the Wall

I cut the grass in the shape of a soccer field,
the roar of the crowd on his face
said thanks -
but it's not enough.

I repotted the flowers near
our hanging garden of Babylon.
the lift it gave her was apparent -
but it's not enough.

there is a wall I climb,
daily,
at the foot of my bed.

I rearrange my surroundings
so beauty will work its way in
like a fortune cookie in champagne.
but these things are never enough -
for me.

by google
posted on 05/12/2008