~~~ Accomplished ~~~

Every spring the fields are cleaned of stones
And every spring the field expels more stones.
She hadn’t time enough or space to clear them,
She, who was known to be not susceptible,
Fueled the ships that fueled his going,
Gave and was given under in the city she ruled over.
Her fire ignites compassion
The bloom some day to remember
Here too there are tears for things…