regularly spaced
and free of weeds;
full of potential,
full of hope;
but potential has been squandered,
and hope has been crushed;
so what will it be this time?
what will you be this time?
and what will i?
garden
Garden-ku
poetrysoil sifts through fingers
as sunlight warms my neck;
imagined futures brilliantly bloom.
the sieve and the sand 