I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Dying From Her Life

Always the river flows downstream
I've read your note, know what you mean
for even as I held you tight
my body felt the chill of night
so if you ask a friend of me
for evermore good friends we'll be
young love it seems must always end
but I've aquired a life long friend
So let us go unto the show
and with the river downward flow.

Joshua Bosworth

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