The scapes are escaping
Running away
No blame shall fall upon them
No shoots shooting
The dirt is flat
Unbroken
The grass giggles
Branches wave
A crackling fire is cackling
Someone spilled some bud
Organizing seeds
Plots are well thought out
Planned and manicured
Beware the critical garden
Growing seditious beyond its bounds
Thorns upon the rose branch
Foxglove on the rise
The sun herself is shielded
Clouds roil across the skies
While we toil endlessly
For lettuce and for bread
Greens and carrots
Pepper sprouts
A greenhouse not too much
Garden instead of yards
A foot into this
A critical garden
May make all the difference
Off the grid
Or on point
We grow or we explode
