my garden for the asking

within falling down

secondhand fencing

once white picket, yes

guarded by stone

headless man seated

missing both hands

shards of winter

broken clay of

a hundred faces

porcelain, all mine

the birds are welcome

to visit and sing

but the groundhog

mother is not, no

one tomato plant

one green pepper

70 cents reduced

and resurrected

sweet basil basking

geranium not blooming

after neighbor smashed

concrete container

with no apology

this is my garden

for the asking

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