Garden, by Michael S George

Garden

Of all that is infernal about this place

Weeds spreading and thrusting

Poppies shameless in orange

Exuberant for a week, then gone

Without an apology

Or a thank-you note

Peace on earth Saviour at birth Car in reverse Cash in my purse View to the east

The future now I saw you see Awoke I will I would agreed Later when I was awakened I’ll wished for what’s already tak… Thinking would one day before