Friday, April 22, 2016

I Am the Garden


I Am the Garden

I am the garden.
I am sure you have guessed this by now from the way
I keep lamenting about the change of seasons,
the fallen apples, the broken branches,
the general asymmetry of trees
and the way the birds repeat themselves.
I am the garden.
The metaphor is not original.
I know you expected more,
but weed tends to take over
if you are too forgiving
or sentimental.

  GloPoWriMo Day 22

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