Gardening for Dummies

Pot by pot across the patio,
I’m failing at this god thing.
The marigolds raise orange fists in protest.
I gave them all a home, however cramped,
And I water them when I'm not too busy.

Clearly it is not enough,
Not even for the macho rosemary.
The brown stems, the shriveled leaves,
All drooped in prayerful mockery.
They are not impressed with me.
How to be the druid of my dreams
In a temple of blooming perfection?

While over my slumping shoulders,
The oak tree's mistakes on proud display:
Look at me, it implores endlessly.
See how my branches never make sense.
Some of me giving birth, some of me dying,
All of me right now. What other way to be?




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