Hour One

 

New endings

 

Weeds, uprooted, 

Wilt in the wheelbarrow

And I clatter it down 

the garden path

To the green waste bin

I know its fate.

 

Every day new weeds 

With a stubborn will 

To survive

Every day I yank them

Out with viciousness

And send them on 

Their journey

 

Is that their new purpose in life?

To become compost

Like most of us,

And sustain new fruits?

 

Every day I weed a bit

Every day I create 

Create new little endings

To feed new fruit