Tend to Me?

>·<

I spent today

Pulling out all the weeds

And dead things from my garden

It looks terribly bare

I’ve left it untended for too long

>·<

I’m uncertain how to fill

These hungry spaces

Perhaps the tiny, struggling

Remains of previous endeavours

Will grow again

>·<

I haven’t the heart

For putting in the work, though…

New beauty please

Empty

But tidy?

>·<

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