have you collected seeds of many years, packed, labelled,                                                   dated.

have you died, and left the table unprepared. i have them now in boxes,                                 a gift.

from those who love.                                                    they will bring me work, joy,                   an independent air.

seeds need water.

sun stays later.

i have imposter syndrome, never diagnosed yet googled when heard on                             radio live .

there may be too many additives these days                                       not enough honesty grown.

she said i should have something                                                               new in the greenhouse.

i have, i said, and thought of  you who

planted the seeds.

sbm