My garden
A glass is empty,
sitting
on the kitchen
counter,
or it’s broken all
over the floor.
It’s hard to
make it through
this
window, without a
woman to hold.
But, flowers
will never grow in
my garden
if the sun doesn’t
shine.
A cup is tipped,
spilling
water on the kitchen
counter,
or it’s smashed into
pieces on the floor.
It’s hard to
make it through
this window,
without a woman
to hold.
But, trees
don’t grow to
make
treasure if the
sun doesn’t
shine.
