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My garden is lushly overgrown
and not the mess you think it is
jiggly rows, meandering paths,
and happy slugs,
it thrives on love and shit
and I would not tame it
if I could change it.

The pansies and the kale
like it where they are
the bunnies approve
we eat well
so what does it matter
if I can’t always find the potatoes
in orderly progressions
growing obediently.

At the end of the season
our gardens all look
exactly the same.

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Maria Shimizu Christensen

Writer. Maker. Featured in Medium’s 2021 list of Stories That Started Conversations. I write about life. https://www.mariashimizuchristensen.com