Secretive Garden
A small patch of earth
Is all I need
I can be fed and feed
I'll grow lettuce and colorful illusions
I'll grow the kind of strawberry that chases after you
giggling so hard
How about mangos you ask
The type that knows four languages
And can recite pre-historic poems
Mangos that glow when you least expect it
My favorite would planting dancing bananas
Bright yellow, light feet
They like to take over dancing floors
Twirling until dizzy
then stand aside for a quite reflection
You asked me the other day
If potatoes were grumpy
All the time
Of course not, silly
They just had a rough time
Potatoes can be sweet too
Tomorrow I will seek lavenders
They make me sad
Thinking about them
I'll tell them a new joke
And watch them laugh
On the subject of zucchini and tomatoes
We will have to set a meeting
They play around all day
And gossip loudly through the night
The river is afraid to flow into our land
She knows our fruits and vegetables
Are sensitive with complex inner lives
she prefers to gently descend from above
I will take our song to the market
And trade it for seeds
Trade it for earth
And invite the bees
Offer them a place to stay
I will build a fortress for my iris
They are private and anxious
And in the yellow canals
Rice will grow
so wild. so tall
It wont be able to contain its joy
I will grow wild too
And old
Shed the need to have or be
Just plowing stars in my head
Seeding my hearts with wine and bread
And one day
Our hearts will grow
Expand
so magnificently grand
we'll need bigger chests
But we will grow those too
And every sad person on earth
Will soon receive an invitation
To join our fruiting land
And they too can laugh
They too can laugh
While the giggling strawberry
chases after them
across the green field
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