There were words…
casually thrown
out the carriage windows
of passers by.
I picked those
and planted them.
And today I rest
in the shade
of those trees I watered.
And I taste the sweet fruit
of the words I picked.

Many a weeds gathered
around my trees.
But those, you know –
they come with the territory.
I’m happy
my trees have grown tall –
they stood their ground
although the weeds once tried
to suck for themselves
all life force
from the earth.