In my garden
Among the weeds
I sow unwanted feeling seeds

The dirt is loamy—nutrient-dense
Great for escalating the intense
—ity

Tangled, twisted roots 
Flower infuriation 
Producing rotten fruits

Detestable figs
Frightful strawberries
Stressed lemons

Bitterness spreads
Covering the ground 
Like tenacious ivy
But this garden is pricy
     Slowly, I'm realizing the cost

Animals don't play here
My garden
Does not attract 
Butterflies or bees
Wrens or chickadees
Hummingbirds do not wish to pollinate
     Not wanting to proliferate 

Looking plain and ordinary
This garden thrives on what I bury
Its produce is heavy
Too much for me to carry

Looking plain and ordinary
This garden thrives on what I bury

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