garden
June Henry
[Verse]
The mulch pile exhaled heat
While we sat on tree stumps
Smoking
Spirits spinning
Tales of arrest over a civil unrest
I loved you, vandal
Rat tail and all
Textile artists
Went to your harvests
Your garden fed my soul
Much more than stomach
But what's more important;
I learned so much that fall
Fighting wars we knew we'd never win
We didn't go so far as
Chaining ourselves to the sunflowers
That stood so tall
Red tape, papers
Pray, ground-owners
Loved you somewhere new
I lost touch
Loved wholе new gardeners
Wondеr if they miss me too