Was it worth less when I redecorated
or did validation grow?
Rotten inside, I know
that the treehouse might still float
have to carve it out and hope
with the rope I’ll make anchors
organs I’ll make dancers
rocking chairs from branches.
The ripples weeping willow drew
hollowed out a mirror’s truth
where all I saw was backwards
opened up the cracked woods.
Rubbish carpenter, I shall be
turn wasted tree to watered test.
Had to add a + to make my sum worth equal.