my garden exists – June 2


my garden exists for the moment

I am working it, beyond which

it belongs to itself. roots wriggle,

dropped in seeds sprout or decay,

all without me.


what comes next is not really mine

to claim then, I played my part

when I was digging and dressing,

hoeing and watering, a partner with

the soil. it is enough.


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