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All of life, everything we shall ever know is found within the gardens Pulling weeds and the cover crop *** them under or pulling them up I never remember The soil crumbling between my fingers Perfect for planting All is hope and promises The gardens are a cycle You've have to add excrement to begin again The seeds are sewn, the starts transplanted Water slightly pooled, dripping down into the rich dark soil A red worm winds its way down Life begins again Vulnerable The  light of the sun, so warming Cosmic love radiated our way Life is an urge, it finds its way The lettuce, the tomatoes, the zucchini, the artichoke, the cauliflower, the raspberries, a blue berry or two Medicinal herbs, oregano, cilantro, too Fruitful youth A flower is a plant with a hardon The juices running right down my face Taste Nourishment It feels like total summer forever But football and school come every September The days get shorter The plants turn yellow and brown Outgrow themselves Wither and die Purgatory lives, along come the cover crops and weeds In winter all just try to survive The garden know its limits It knows what being is all about All of life, everything we shall ever know Is found within the gardens.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Garden
All of life, everything we shall ever know is found within the gardens Pulling weeds and the cover crop *** them under or pulling them up I never remember The soil crumbling between my fingers Perfect for planting All is hope and promises The gardens are a cycle You've have to add excrement to begin again The seeds are sewn, the starts transplanted Water slightly pooled, dripping down into the rich dark soil A red worm winds its way down Life begins again Vulnerable The  light of the sun, so warming Cosmic love radiated our way Life is an urge, it finds its way The lettuce, the tomatoes, the zucchini, the artichoke, the cauliflower, the raspberries, a blue berry or two Medicinal herbs, oregano, cilantro, too Fruitful youth A flower is a plant with a hardon The juices running right down my face Taste Nourishment It feels like total summer forever But football and school come every September The days get shorter The plants turn yellow and brown Outgrow themselves Wither and die Purgatory lives, along come the cover crops and weeds In winter all just try to survive The garden know its limits It knows what being is all about All of life, everything we shall ever know Is found within the gardens.
Inspired by an essay read about the garden on the TV series, Orange is the New Black
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
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