Monday, September 16, 2024

A Gardener's Regrets Valentine

From this safe distance
I can't tell if my hibiscus
Is dead or setting new leaves
On its gray bare branches
When the honeysuckle breached
The top of the trellis some
Went south some north
And some kept going up
The blue-flowering tree 
Intensified into a haven
For the Verdin and the red
Finches chattering away
The cruel sun mostly kept me inside
Watching it all grow wild
Have I wasted my life

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