Two summers ago we gardened together.
We loaded ourselves into the car and came back
with a trunk full of gardening supplies.
We would haul out big bags of dirt, pallets of peppers,
wearing our oldest shoes, stained from all of the years of wear.
In the beginning, our garden flourished.
We would pull out the hose and spend
our time watering our plants, ripping out the weeds
That prevented our growth. I put so much of my
time and energy into that garden.
My sweat dripping Into the dirt, soaking the roots
putting every single piece of myself into it.
The day after the storm hit, the sky was dark,
Tree branches and plants uprooted
leaving nothing left, nothing to salvage.
That was when it started.
That day was the day I realized the garden
was all we had and without it
all we were left with were dead plants,
and bags and bags of dirt we couldn't use.
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Poetry Portfolio
PuisiI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
