The Garden

The earth which gave bloom

To flowers of words, streams of consciousness,

Weeds of revelations

Is now salted.

I am aware of the reality

Yet summer is still in my proverbial prayers,

Hopes full of lengthening suns

And healing radiation.

Eventually, something must grow here again.

Even if it is nothing more

Than those strangling weeds.

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