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The Garden Outside My Home Is Dying

The garden outside my home is dying.
There's been no rain for a month
and my plumbing's broke.
Where once I stood
up to my waist in flora,
I now sit in an entanglement
of grief
and shame
and dying things.

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (6/20/2019 2:30:00 PM)

    Where once I stood
    up to my waist in flora,
    I now sit in an entanglement
    of grief
    and shame
    and dying things. very fine and expressive. tony

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  • Raymond Wright (8/28/2007 6:12:00 PM)

    Hey Chris, I love this one... The garden outside my door was once lush and full, but now I imagine it looks like yours - Thanks for putting my own shame into a beautiful poem!

    ~Ray

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