My huge succulent flourishes
while the pot it’s in slowly decays
a pile of fallen leaves and shards
forms a small mountain range around it
all in one narrow bed I put
marjoram mint basil thyme oregano
guerilla gardening at night
we fight it out I hose them down
water lashes water bullets
until their fragrance comes
pouring out mixed on the breeze
the water itself creates
a drunkenness in the desert is my soul
inside that soul.
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