What I Found in the Garden

So I’m tilling and I’m toiling, weeding and woiling, making rhymes no matter what words I must invent, and this is what I found. In the garden.

Little shards of broken glass from when the house was still being rebuilt
One grub
10 worms, which, I recently learned, are more expensive by the pound than ground beef
A dead bird, rotted and decayed and headless
Yellow tulips
Three cigarette butts, none of them mine
A box of matches promoting a club that is “The Sexy Side of Nightlife”
A small metal pole with a hook on the end, embedded in the dirt
A lot of those little winged spores you used to call “helicopters” when you were a little kid
A 10-gallon bucket with a section of power vacuum tubing in
A three-tiered wooden rack full of dead potted plants
A concrete gutter beneath the storm drain
A plastic gutter next to the concrete one
My cat, alive, walking
My fingers
An idea for a blog entry

And that’s it. Thank you for your time.

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