Raw essence there, let’s call it a warehouse;
Rocks and pretty discards new life garden…
Frankenstein’s creature, whereabouts,
the potential to create a rouse.
what’s there, don’t be a louse, COUNT, please harken:
fragile colored balls a Christmas “camp out”,
purple prayer beads, pious target;
Here and there a rubber ball, worn out.
Sharpen your wit – Frisbee disk faded pink;
What no kitchen sink (?) stare down;
bright-colored pebbles, black dirt, Yule pine needles
Artificial flowers [from a certain cemetery]
a blue plastic bird whose wing keeps breaking off,
a heavy red mug and my favorite cat’s grave, etc.
Ardent burden, my evolving garden…