where wishes grow
is it in the mind
or in the soul
or does it even matter
where peace is found
warm light
soft sound
at perfect coffee
runs endlessly
fertile soil
spade and hoe
hard work and pain
in quiet hours alone
if wishes were horses
but horses, no
where wishes are planted
and dreams begin to grow
wish in one hand
shit in the other
pennies add up to forever

AprilJoy
4/13/2019
NaPoWriMo