Morning Glory

I need to call on the phone My soul won't answer

it's busy . . .

I wanted to let it know

The morning glory seeds have sprouted


Who else do you call

To let them know

One has a hole in her heart?

Even the stapler is empty to fix it.


I need to call on the phone

it's busy . . .

Blue flowers have closed

Waiting for the morning sun . . .


Iolanda Scripca, San Diego