A garden is a product of time
To that I say
Worms are History
And I've been split in half
As a child I was Marigolds
I am Marigolds still
Born of the seeds left behind
Year by Year a new generation
the same weeds
different weeds
the same sun
different days
Wondering
If I will ever stop needing water
What business does a Marigold have
Wondering
If it will ever become a Rose
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