Amateur Gardener: A Poem

Friday, September 16, 2011



Amateur Gardener


I will have to decide from among the violets,
which have gone asking for their rights; begging.

I will have to decide from among the too many
seeds.

There are
bright leaves on every stem, tiny paddles of green,
knots in the wet inch above the soil,
the husk of a cicada's song, a worm forlorn
in the shadow of a hawk.

The promise of rescue.

2 comments:

Maya Ganesan said...

I really like this, especially the last line. There's something endearing about that -- "the promise of rescue."

Mandy said...

I love when you post your poems. :)

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