Gardening Season

on silver days of rain and fog
i sprinkle my soul on blades of grass
where inhibition’s seeds grow
into a cyclone of impartiality;
i watch the turmoil,
overwhelmed.

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7 thoughts on “Gardening Season

  1. very nice. i especially like the last three lines. it’s kinda like a stab at society. when i see blades of grass i automatically think of whitman though this isn’t connected to him.

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