what we don’t see
I like my garden half-wild.
Everything in my small vegetable patch melds
tomato plants gone crazy, lettuce and mint co-mingle, carrots hide.
In September, on a night with sudden frost,
I’ll be out with bowls and buckets, and flashlight,
searching for tomatoes in every dark plant cranny.
But now it is August and their fruit hangs green and heavy,
one tomato turning […]
