Her Garden
everyday the next door neighbor,
an old lady would be in her garden,
a small plot,
full of flowers and blooms of numerous kinds,
a college student,
I rented an apartment next door,
she would be in her garden when I walked to class,
we began a friendship,
talking of flowers and the future,
one morning I found her in tears,
by her little garden,
beer cans and cigarette butts,
and plants stepped on and destroyed,
we didn't not talk of flowers,
and I did not want to think of a future,
filled with college students,
who would step on flowers.
Douglas Polk
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