For everything that doesn’t fall into rows and columns,
I plant in the back yard for later.
Only after scrounging the couch cushions for change
And sweeping under the rug.
I then like to return and water in the beginning,
to see what might sprout.
Mishaps, accidents, secrets, misfortunes, lies and truths
lie side by side to the coincidence petunias and sad day sun flowers.
Some I water fervently while for the others, I let Mother Nature run her course.
Surprisingly they
never take long to up root in the sullied soil we use as a bed.
Fruit bearing these plants are pregnant with potted potential.
Sometimes they leave luck.
Other times inspiration.
You see planting heartache and the often thorny swear words bears only sour
fruit.
SO I much rather enjoy planting my friends engagements, birthdays or
promotions.
Were soon running out of room here.
Friends being the most beautiful flower the garden has,
the scene is sheer flower frenzy these days.
A colorful mirage of content.
Oh, and here comes the sun.
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