In My Garden


Will you wander through my garden
and pick the flower of your choice.
I’ve acquired a wide selection.
You may pluck the sweetest fruit.

In my garden grows a wild seed.
No one knows it’s real name.
Legend says it’s always been there.
I’ve never seen it’s flower fade.

I believe it’s presence special,
as it matures before my eyes.
And when you pluck it’s flower
it’s death will bond our lives.

1978, September

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