12/30/2021

Night Garden


Weeds are inevitable,

insects prosper, 

and I’ve been awake 

for twenty years charting

their cross pollinations, 

their lucky mutations, 

their interspecies romances 

that would not be possible 

had I closed my eyes at night.


[LSS, 12/30/21] 

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