Wednesday, June 1, 2011


These thoughts are weeds:
coming up thick and fast,

Pulling them takes all my time;
my hands are tired, worn, and cracked—
I need gloves and hand-lotion.

But I wanted a garden (damn-it!)
full of bright colors, fruit trees,
and vegetables in orderly rows;
each happily knowing their place
in soil and season.

So I keep digging,
adding to the pile
of uprooted and unwanted;

maybe someday
it will make good

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