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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