Hotel

Crisp, delicate, fragile, kind,

in early birth of searing sith,

at last, the droplets shaping tears,

plants and flowers do not fear.

Softly rolling, dropping, wets:

All the heaviness to life; shift,

Harness vows, and gruesome growth,

you see this match in wretched wrought.

Where is the mess? Where is the spot?

Come to herewith, come to the shot.

Where are all the birthing tots?

I don't "NO"!!

Know space to rot?

Compost well and do not tell.

This Inn is no Hotel.

K.A.P.

5/17/2009