Together on the clipped lawn
nestled in their cages
grown from tender seedlings
I bragged about my crop
cheek to cheek upon their blossoms
I nurtured them for weeks
but did not see the cancer bloom
black beneath the blush
my well-meaning watering
rot them from inside
and they drank until they split
and died upon the vine.
– TERESA KIPLINGER
photo by zanda photography
Your work is amazing. It inspires me to keep going, to find my own spot. I love how you combine your talents.
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