POEM: Nature’s Guardin’

This poem goes out to all those who showed up on for the groundbreaking of Toledo Occupy the Garden.

’s Guardin’

spills
From pots unpurchased
It knows no but its own
Openly heiring its dirty
Breaching our wreck tangles
Finding its way
Under our nails
Mortar
Boards
Weeds reclaiming that which can never be lost
Even in
Oddly giving

It’s all a plot
And weave
Be planted
To be
A rested
Where there is no
Sow
Drop buy
The guardin’
Or leave no witnesses
So goes the weigh of

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