But can we grow in this garden?
my mother’s ghost meets me in the garden
she helps me pull weeds we place in the bin
my brokenness is showing
when i tell her the news of the world
we become tough native species
we adapt to this soil
our long roots hold us in place
we become sage
we become thyme
we tell ourselves that we must survive this drought
we become slender oats nodding in the wind
it’s so…
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