“Construct a Garden, Dear.”
I’ve been fitted for a settlement,
a loftiness in my laurels,
we’ve construct our companionship
like potter’s soil.
I’ve ordained you greenery,
humble as a gardener.
soft enough for vines to ribbon
tells blossom that sun bathes
and unrooting gusts
will challenge your horticulture,
yet retire the vegetation sturdy,
with these gardening gloves.
“I’ve never planted before.”
Eyes as easy as the summer.
“We can do it together then.”
Nolan O’Malley: “Construct a Garden, Dear”