Day 330: ’Tis A Garden

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’tis a garden
i am started.

too late, too late,
last winter parted
and left her dream in me.

 

what bloom should coil back to bud
with stretch-less tendrils wound?

deny mine scent
for vacancy
and bury back in-ground?

no.

what’s planted outward pleas.

 

come spring
who ready, knows the course,

whose summer starts
by seeded source;

 

some dreams were meant to be.

 

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