Weeding another’s garden
A task I now own
I’d hoped but not so easily done
More work than I thought
Why’d they give me this job?
I have other things to do
The weeds among the flowers
The vegetables need picking
Where to start? Where to start?
I see a lone flower, what’s that wet
On my cheek?
I pull out weeds and and a flower too
I grow angry at the weeds—no, at you
I sit here in the midst of all this and
Realize I have been sitting here for
Minutes? Hours? Years of memory
Have taken over
Probate is weeding a garden
:- Doug.
