wb :

you sat there like an unmoveable brick
wall; you who used to be
such a brick


this decision is final and concrete. No
amount of termite infestation
can crumble it.


the gardeners seem intent on weeding out
deep-rooted fate; decomposing leaves,
thorns in spades


but they leave the strawberry memories;
the seeing red, capped with green.
so amongst the refuse,


i keep the turf wars, entangled vines, and
ungerminated seeds. after the rain,
surely someone


will need this place to plant stalks
again