Her garden
lay as barren
as her soul
Six struggling plants
in dry cracked soil
She waters them
when she thinks to
just to keep them alive
but the chlorinated water
chokes them
turning once lush leaves
to brown
If there is any beauty
to be found
it is deeply hidden
A passing drought
sucked her dry
long ago
but still…
There is a remnant
of her former life
and so
a green smattering of hope
remains in tact
A hope
that when spring rains come
her garden
will once again sprout
and beauty will be found
in growth once burned
by a flaming sun
as life bursts forth
with promise…
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