Written by m ennenbach

gardener

whisper your dreams
let me catch them
in this burlap satchel
to spread the seeds
as i drive
across the city

every fantasy
wish
and hope
tenderly cared for
in groves
up and down
the dirty streets

i have never been
a gardener
but i will ply
a new trade
to see the vastness
of your desire
bloom

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