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To a Hopeless Gardener

Bluebell, Lions-heart, Love-in-a-myst
When I die, please bury me deep.
I don't want to be saved; I just want to sleep.
Nothing I care for actually cares for me,
On miserable times like these.

Let me go, I scream to your face.
Forget-me-not—there are ditch-lilies on the fence.
Your estrangement spreads winter’s breath,
Chilling every seed of hope.
I wish I could let you know
How much, the idea of you, has meant to me.

Morning glories
Creep through the cracks,
Wither stem, leaves falling free.
Daisies gathering dust at dusk,
A secret garden you’ll never see—
But the transgressor sunbeam trespassing.