Sowing The Seeds Of Love
you sow the seeds
but you only grow weeds
in your little garden you planted with her
fertilized with bitter words
showered with yelling like the squawking of a crow
“I love her, but I have my doubts it will work”
you told me
(and I wondered why you were bothering trying again)
ever the scarecrow
you don the overalls and the floppy hat
but even you can’t stop the foraging
your previous crop with her had failed
withered on the vine
you were different gardeners
both of you
afraid to throw in the trowel
so to speak
you can’t seem to take the sage advice
of the farmer’s almanac
about cultivating a healthy harvest
you reap what you sow you know
you have weevils
grubs
pests eating at the roots
nibbling away at the foundation
chop it all down
compost the crap
let go
and let it return to the earth
maybe then
you will find someone
who can help you bring in a crop
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