The Gardener
He peers into his mind
for the once planted,
the once loved,
the still flowering,
the motley,
the wilderness blooms.
Without this retrospection
his mind would be a ramshackle plot,
so he tends to it,
even the briers and thorns.
Memory nourishes
flourishes from the seeding,
it also dead-heads and uproots.
There are many ways to garden.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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