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