Second poem “Doge eat Dog” CW: blood, police brutality, cannibalism

My Mother, the Gardener

January 29, 2023

You gaze upon my flowers,

distracted by my

delicate ornaments of violet.

You don’t realize,

all the water that dances on this planet,

the Sun’s rays, outstretched fingers—

all would be futile.

Only with your gentle cultivation

of a sprout,

only with your gentle cultivation

of a sprout,

only with your wisdom