Indecision
1 min readAug 5, 2020
A Tanka
My garden whispers.
This poem resists sprouting —
Will fleeing feed it?
Will digging in prep my soil?
The man in the white moon winks.
Little old lady from Pasadena. Granny going, going, going...fueled by the Light within Beauty. Head over heels in love with words. and words.