Words of Disbelief
Intently he listened
Holding onto every word
The yard was a thick tangle of
Twigs lavender lilies, dandelions
And grass
He could not believe
A month ago buds were just
Everywhere
And now it was a jungle
With clippers, rakes and a
Lawnmower
We worked until our bones
Hurt
Soon it looked like the
Jardín Botánico in Mexico
That night Paco whispered
“I hear the crackle of plants
Growing again”
He was right
In the morning everything had
Shot up a tiny bit
By Maggie d., African American poet, Washington, She adds: “The poem, Words of Disbelief, erupted from
observing the stark contrast between winter and spring...”
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