Saturday, September 12, 2009

Unexpectant Gardeners

-this poem is for Ryan Johnson, who is an ass.

The plum tree split.
Ripe fruit is everywhere.
The rhubarb needs to be used

We just moved in.
We are not gardeners.
We did not expect this bounty
In the backyard.

But it’s there
so now, I guess,
we have to do
about it.


graham said...

this doesn't make up for thursday and friday, JAKE.

Ryan A. Johnson said...

I live in a world where I am not an ass.