Notes and Seeds
I was in the garden today,
had done some weeding
thinking, if only my favorite
blossoms would have such will
all their own, drive to overcome
with less my fawning attention
I thought of my child
really having never left
my side, yet curious
about bees and nectar,
whether flowers consciously
resent winter...and what would
happen to all should I die
before spring
I thought of my more
tenacious perennials
also of the many seeds
I have saved, carefully
labeled and stored, each
with its own little note
more aware now of why
I write, I wondered
what should the note on
my own grave be, a simple date
or paired with something witty
to illicit a smile or a trickle of
tear
I think the smile better
written perhaps with seeds that
birds can pick away at, take off
fuller in the belly, to casually
relieve themselves wherever
their wings are apt to fly
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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