Little Gardens

In every city,
there are empty lots
that dream of being gardens.

Some of them
want wildflowers to grow
just because they want someone
to call them beautiful,
and some of them
want to grow peppers,
and bright tomatoes,
and long orange carrots
because the thing
they want most
is to nourish someone,
and some of them
just want water and light
and don’t care what grows,
scraggly weeds or tangled brush,
anything at all,
so long as someone
is there to care for them.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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