unpublished thursdays [september 22, 2011]


when the took the garden down

it was mostly because they had to get rid

of the moldy stocks and the

stiff beans that weren’t good for eating anymore.

but I watched with little emotion as they pulled the

corn up from its roots and threw it all to the side.

I knew they had to do it for next year, but

when the last of the bean vines

was cast to the jungle of tall grass, part of the summer died.

all of it died.

part of the part where I found I could

do whatever I wanted before the next

garden came.


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