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| In my haste to weed this late Spring I cast a gaze upon you in the hard ground my spade seldom seeks to loosen roots. You do not flower anymore amid rock, moss, wayward ash seeds and pine needles mixing in acidic, red soil that I assumed you once reveled in. You were dropped in a cavern of spreading ground cover that dared crawl beneath the fence, enmesh every hopeful yawning thing waking, yearning to bloom for sour eyes. Seldom do I seek the succor of visual splendor afforded perennial lovers of new seasons. I look upon you and realize my ignorant foot half planted on your brood, also struggling for droplets of anything, and sunlight, that would do. Indifference not my usual candor; and, my grief for brief beauties who survive like you, gone. Despite a neglectful father, your stalk hearty and vibrant green. Despite my ignorance, you remain dutiful, as if vigilant, to reproduce again and again, and remind this poorly clad gardener what I’ve ignored -- that I loved you. 22 lines free verse 5.28.20 6.12.20 edit while gardening, if you can call it what I do thoughts: ▼ It is what it is and that's sad. I do love you. Maybe I just don't love me anymore. |
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