A Poem: Garden

Garden

It was ripped to shreds
turned over, and dumped
atop a chipped hole in the earth.

The garden had been pretty.
Weedy, but pretty nevertheless.

Like anything it took time to grow
a bleeding heart, a couple bushes
the occasional tulip planting
a horrifying dog toy and bones

but in the end, all of it
was upchucked and abandoned
on a pile of rocks and debris
waiting for their gardener
to rescue them.

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