Ode to Oxalis
1 min readJun 28, 2019
It feels good to plant new things,
tender stems, leaves and
flowers new,
for others with wings
and fast little hearts,
to feed
and drink the dew.
Doing all this,
so they must live.
All the while I do this,
Tend
and
Beat
and
Live longingly so —
O tiny ox!
Just to be with you.