Bonsai by Edith Tiempo
Bonsai by Edith Tiempo All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once againAnd keep in a boxOr a slit in a hollow postOr in my shoe.All that I love?Why, yes, but for the moment-And for all time, both.Something that folds and keeps easy,Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,A roto picture of a queen,A blue … Read more