The Careless Gardener

It is a careless gardener

Who leaves the lettuce to form great forests

Of inedible lettuce trees

And watches the juniper and strawberries

Become so tangled that everything

In the garden box makes

You a little drunk

A careless gardener

Who leaves the plants to bloom

And grow untrimmed

So that they climb deep

Into the mind’s memory

Of green and growth

A careful

Root cellar of resistance

Against the emptiness

Of winter

img_2186There is more than one way to feed

Gardens are food for more than one appetite.


For more multi-purpose feeding, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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