by Zoltan Kubanyi

Created on: May 14, 2009

Pottry green pottery blue

I have no yard but glad to have a few of you

My blueprints of life to plant and watch you grow

But not before I nurture you inside for you to show

For outside on the porch it is still cold

And frost wanders like wagabonds of old

Gentle sprouts weak and green

You raise your heads and spread your tiny leaves

Stretch your neck to reach the light you've seen

But not much comes through the venitian blinding weaves

Dare not let you outside though it is shiny and you are bold

It's tenticles it dangles and entices you with the promises it holds

I may not for much longer but for now have you to care for and hold

You light up my life like lightning at night

As wonderful as that is you give me just as much fright

Soon you'll take root and off you'll go

I can only hope that the pottery pot I got for you will not outgrow

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