Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
What kind of garden is it
watered by our tears,
what will grow within it
buried under fears.
When will come the harvest
reaping what we’ve sown,
all the dug up answers
questions yet unknown.
Who will see my garden,
who will care to pluck
perfect, lovely rosebuds
from the centre of the muck.
©1996 Sharron R. McMillan
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