The gardener's non-traditional vegetable.
In the morning light, he lightly weighshis task and surveys
the garden of his being-
mind, spirit, dreams and consciousness,
the garbage pile
of anger, jealousy, hatred and greed
hemmed acres
that he calls his land of existence.
Long grass of ambition shorn, earth
under tat of unconsciousness, ploughed
and sown with a new
breed of seed
composted with manure of
love and compassion
for home-grown household consumption.
The day burns to be off, time is
enormous. Fork -work done, he weeds
his bed while bittersweets blister round
the tendrils of his
newly sprouted seedlings. Back west, the sprawling day
projects
a harvest of golden shine-
agog with season roasted
other than traditional
vegetables-
peace and tranquility-
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-04-22 at 01:02
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