Like good God

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 7 Jan 2022

One time
I opened the earth
to plant the willow
in the black mouth
and i was god
that night
accommodating roots
as one who accommodates lives
silent,
how I think the day will have been
the one when they planted our lives,
-mine-
in the lean land
of the brick cutting
where only oblivion grew.
And I have forgotten that willow,
like good God
he forgets about lives
that he leaves
on earth.