Willingness (to Kwan)


And sometimes in

Life you bend

Down to pluck

A flower from

The pasture as

You’ve done many

Other times before

When one this

One the one

That you want

More than any

Other won’t budge

Pull and pull

Dig and pry

Beg and swear

And still it

Remains steadfast there

Rooted right where

It belongs leaving

It you can’t

Instead down you

Lay next to

It giving in

For to be

Without this flower

Is far worse

Than having it

In its way

Life and love

Exist in willingness