Gardens

Gardens…

Among the lilies,  frogs, and the sun.

The gnats float above, the fish dance beneath,

and the thorns they tear.

Wrestle with dirt.

Curse with thunder.

The flag that is flying, means nothing to me.

 I take paradise down.

With a blade, determination, and the sweat I taste it.

And I thought of how you paint.

It’s sad on a small scale when compared to dreams.

Everything is tied to everything.

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