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Submitted By Carol H.
My garden's a messy one. I never staked the tomatoes And they sprawl, yellow and red, through The lemon balm and tarragon As if trying to create their own recipes. I'd say the roses blush At such abandoned ways, But they're too busy seducing bees To bother. The daylilies watch The sun, burn out their sight, And drop at night--but come the day Another set of blooms are open. (They never learn.) Next year I'll be better, I'll cage the vines, or tie them up, And weed more often, and not forget To pray for rain (or handle it myself). But today? today I'll lie in the grass And watch the sun until it sets, and then I'll gather up Myself, A bunch of herbs, Two ripe tomatoes, yellow and red, And a rose for my table, And dine well.
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