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A Garden

A poem

Published on:
June 10, 2020
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I saw green leaving our foundation.
Green on gray with a breezy wave
From the crack in the side of our house.

So curious. Such cheer despite its cage
Which is, I know, in a slow state of decay.

I bent down for a closer look
And my mind’s eye saw past the weed
Down its shoot into the recess

Where dark became light in a field.
A field of purple coneflower, yellow
Yarrow, and a single chaste lilac tree.

I stand upright and in a moment
My sight returns and I realize,
There’s a garden beneath our home!

It must have always been here.

Nate Wilbert
Nate Wilbert lives in North Texas with his wife and works as an IT professional. You can read more of his poetry at: https://www.emptytheempyrean.com.


Cover Image by Paweł Czerwiński 

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