the garden a tumult of now-sagging overgrowth
gone wild like always
(i am a planter, not a maintainer)
deer and raccoons trample the corn
i salvage half-ears, nibbled away
dig potatoes, pluck beets
preen the bolted chard
pledging, like always, next summer
fewer poems, more hoeing
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
