I can’t wait until they die
my daughter says to the marigolds,
a wild joy grows on her face,
because then, she says,
I can pull them apart
and spread seeds
all over the place.
September 6, 2017 by Rosemerry
I can’t wait until they die
my daughter says to the marigolds,
a wild joy grows on her face,
because then, she says,
I can pull them apart
and spread seeds
all over the place.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged marigolds, poem, poetry, seeds, sowing | 2 Comments
Love the perspective shift! Thank you!
Right? It totally shifted my perspective, too!
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