garden

The mulch pile exhaled heat while
We sat on tree stumps smoking spirits, spinning
Tales of arrests over civil unrest, I loved you, vandal, rat tail and all
Textile artists, mid-tier harvests, the garden fed my soul
Much more than stomach, but whats more important, I learned so much that fall

Fighting wars we knew we'd never win, we didn't go so far as
Chaining ourselves to the sunflowers that stood so tall
Red tape, papers, break ground owners, move to somewhere new
I lost touch with all the Gardners
I wonder if they miss me too