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My Gardener

Oh my Gardener
What shall we pursue now that the flower has blossomed?
After all the toiling, sowing, and forgotten watering
Here it is but a fleeting moment
A stubborn glimpse of purpose
Each petal fighting to color
Look at it
How may we remember it?
It won't be long now- the inevitable
Shall we leave the pot to water?
Oh my Gardener
In hopes that it's roots might surprise us?



@RedHammonds 2016

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