JACK L, IA: Easement

IOWA PRISON WRITING PROJECT

EASEMENT 
JACK L, IOWA


If you’ll grant me squatter’s rights 
To an acreage of your heart, 
I promise to grow flowers 
Of every color, shape and size, 
‘Til that heath of barren loneliness 
Becomes a fragrant prairie mead, 
Where you can always find me, 
Amidst the butterflies and hummingbirds, 
Reaching for your hand.  

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