taking sides
your words
directionless
or rather
they lack
purpose
moved by wind
first one way
then another
you play
the middle
where
edges blur
advocating
mystery
or rather
a fog of opinions
wall full
of holes
nothing
bleeds through
you find
crooked paths
down
wards
distracted
by weeds
the garden
edged with flowers
that may
be useful
to offset
pests
small things
entering
every small
space
one way
or another
