She’s buried deep
Waiting for spring
When the bulbs of her self-worth
Reenact their promising
Down in the deep
There hides old wounds
Like tooth decay
Sweetness covers anger it cocoons
She’s buried deep
Among the stone
Where river and clay formed
In her bones
Her smile now
It’s not for you
It’s grown from a place that smells like
Turpentine and glue
What she made is the only thing to her that’s true.
Carol Lee Campbell 2015