My front yard has an empty
space. But, its gate, I assumed was well
built, surviving the unrelenting Minnesota
frost, nothing is wrong with my fence, my upbringing,
I thought. Mom and Dad put the posts
down. Dad sacrificed hours in its landscaping
green, lush foliage all around, his creative
touch, passionate, instilling taste and inspiration
and, even if the fence was a little crooked,
because of the wine glass constantly in his hand,
its ok. But there was that empty space,
and aching with a dreamlike gaze
there I saw you, come here.
you were a sunflower so sublime, I quickly
planted you. Young girls with
innocent hearts, stop to admire you
in my yard. Your charm, beaming. How
fast you grew! The nourishment
from an insecure heart like a
miracle grow. I knew, my yard would simply
be seasonal. Two months
and your bright petals fade into
nonexistence. Even after you
felt my hands pressing, settling you
In the soil. I thought. That I was your September
blossoming Aster, Venus’s Flower ,
The purple petals are fragile
I don’t grow like I’m supposed to
creeping so that you won’t see
me, going to class. watching you from afar.
Now, I am shoveling in the Texas heat, turning over
the soil, wanting your roots to go away.
The sun beating freckles
On my face. Working so desperately
so my yard can transform, grow
into what I have always dreamed, love complete.
Where a butterfly gently graces my fence,
because this is where my miracles can happen.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
My front yard has an empty
space. But, its gate, I assumed was well
built, surviving the unrelenting Minnesota
frost, nothing is wrong with my fence, my upbringing,
I thought. Mom and Dad put the posts
down. Dad sacrificed hours in its landscaping
green, lush foliage all around, his creative
touch, passionate, instilling taste and inspiration
and, even if the fence was a little crooked,
because of the wine glass constantly in his hand,
its ok. But there was that empty space,
and aching with a dreamlike gaze
there I saw you, come here.
you were a sunflower so sublime, I quickly
planted you. Young girls with
innocent hearts, stop to admire you
in my yard. Your charm, beaming. How
fast you grew! The nourishment
from an insecure heart like a
miracle grow. I knew, my yard would simply
be seasonal. Two months
and your bright petals fade into
nonexistence. Even after you
felt my hands pressing, settling you
In the soil. I thought. That I was your September
blossoming Aster, Venus’s Flower ,
The purple petals are fragile
I don’t grow like I’m supposed to
creeping so that you won’t see
me, going to class. watching you from afar.
Now, I am shoveling in the Texas heat, turning over
the soil, wanting your roots to go away.
The sun beating freckles
On my face. Working so desperately
so my yard can transform, grow
into what I have always dreamed, love complete.
Where a butterfly gently graces my fence,
because this is where my miracles can happen.
