The Well

Once in a while

an empty head

seemingly so

can produce

works of art

hidden below.

Tap the tree

prime the pump

give it a little

bump.

Shake it up

let it fizz

what bubbles

to the top

is hers,

theirs & his.

Hide awhile

while I smile

not knowing

I’m about

to give birth

in style.

No scans could

tell

to begin is

to open the

door of the well.

Ornamental sunflowers with mist. Oregon

Ornamental sunflowers with mist. Oregon

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