"Secret Garden" 20 January 2021

to school and then:

On the way to pick-up
They cried
cracking, drying out
abandoned
parched
dying.

Returning home,

Pausing

And considering

alongside her son,

and the other school children;

Mounting and conquering

The tossed aside.

Declaring among the children

In the sandlot,

Near the fence:

"Found! Trees!"

Becoming Mary

Hoping for green

and life

and growth.

Potential garden

Overlooked.

Found.

Rubbish

and sand.

Mary lifted them,

One sandpaper trunk

in each hand.

Soil trailing

Roots perpendicular

Determined peaceful feet

Traveling

Light-hearted,

home

amongst the children.

Forgetting how to clap their hands

Yellow leaves clinging,

Crying.

Green hoping.

Mary, Dickon, and Colin

Valuing

Loving

Giving

Believing

Replanting

Awaiting

Tending

Pruning

Redeeming

Green rising.

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