Don't let ideas die of neglect
Harold P McAlinden
We lived in an apartment for a while
where many people moved in and out around us.
They always left things behind
The furniture usually got claimed by some needy twenty- somethings
looking to have some place to sit and eat in a rental
they could barely afford
The dreams were probably taken over by the next tenant-
I never heard.
Me- I got the plants
One I remember particularly well-
a scrawny stick that had not been watered in days
When we moved out, it went with us
it is now a 6 foot tree in our backyard
I find my old ideas like that some time
Abandoned in a journal
or in the back of my heart
I think it is time to start watering them again-
Give them a little sunshine
And watch them grow.
That's where you will find me
and that's poetiquejustis
If you remain in me and my words remain in you,
ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.