Hour 6: And Sow, The Garden has Grown<\/p>\n
(an adapted villanelle)<\/p>\n
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The taste of the word love was ashes in my mouth.<\/p>\n
The chewed up, spit out fuel feeding someone else’s flaming desire.<\/p>\n
I sowed my garden with it, and things grew.<\/p>\n
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In the early spring, when it was new,<\/p>\n
we shoveled compost and turned the earth,<\/p>\n
but the taste of the word love burned like ashes in my mouth.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Seeds were planted in abundance and with the expectation of bounty.<\/p>\n
Even as the rains came drowning our passion,<\/p>\n
I sowed my garden with it, and things grew.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The heat rose, and as it baked, the earth burned.<\/p>\n
Tomatoes stripped of promise by horned caterpillars,<\/p>\n
and the taste of the word love lingered like ashes in my mouth<\/p>\n
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By fall I had lost most of the squash.<\/p>\n
Their rich potential wormed away by resentment and neglect.<\/p>\n
Still, I sowed my garden with it, and things grew.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There were late season pumpkins, ripe and buttery orange, more zucchini<\/p>\n
than I could bake into bread, and a surprising peck of green peppers.<\/p>\n
The taste of love left ashes in my mouth,<\/p>\n
yet I sowed my garden with it, and things grew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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