I have to weed the garden
But I’m guardin’
My weeds, I’m half-in
the promise from seeds.
In my garage
lies a mirage
of flowers
that cowers
behind my thoughts of weeding
and the long haul leading
past dirt under my finger nails
before a flower petal sails.


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