my clothes
don’t match the way
painters and sunday
school teachers
say they should
a friend told me
it looks like you’ve
given up trying
i know what
he meant, but
he’s wrong
truth is, lately,
i hardly think of clothes
i’m more concerned
with my garden
and all i didn’t plant
this spring
true, there are peppers,
both hot and bell,
and cucumbers,
zuchinnis,
and enough
tomatoes to keep
the squirrels
happy in their
pillage
there’s even a
little basil,
a little dill
i’ve never planted
flowers in my garden,
beside vegetables
and herbs, i’ve not
planted them
beside the
porch steps
or mailbox
there are none
anywhere in
my yard
they serve
no purpose
but beauty
i thought
nothing lines
the driveway
but grass and a
few, large festive
painted rocks
you left for me
to pick up,
not toss
—
Copyright 2016 Mike James
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