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A Critical Garden

The scapes are escaping

Running away

No blame shall fall upon them

No shoots shooting

The dirt is flat


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

yellow banana fruit beside white and orange flowers
Photo by Eva Elijas on

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