Knees
                   by Jesse Smith

We grow together
As seeds in a pod.
The only difference I can see
Is that you are yelling
From your knees.

I am laughing from beside
Our favourite tree
That we once cut down.
Bitter sweet sugar of life.

The times grow stale and
The hugs are few.
I wonder what would happen if I cried.
I wonder what would happen if you could.