.   this has been as a walk -   life with you   mythical/   in its endurance   - a petal/ becomes a cosmos   a worry wort looks at flowers to push the residual bits and pieces to life - a sense of beauty.   who in a notebook fails to say or record simple fact:   cruel father, bears gentler child ( your love of plants, the fertile hard fruit you'd place in the sun like you did the other day, like you did over 30 years ago, reminds me   of my own need   my short comings lead ... you see it cannot be said, remains a wish   yet real love proclaims it in the silence of our bending to water plants, to touch (Iwas never good at, being of such family I'm in strange opposition to tho no less love.   body & soul, now proclaim it - accurately as carving to yield a cave   times cave with light near the end