The Garden

The Garden

Dragonflies zigzag
over unplucked strawberries,
brambles spill from flowerbeds
where bindweed triumphs.

Codling moths couple,
apple trees shed their blushes.
A pride of dandelions
stalks unchained daisies.

Green plastic snake sleeps,
its belly full of water,
in yellowing grass.

We no longer breathe
lavender-scented sunsets,
but sometimes we touch.

Stephanie Lammers

An earlier version of this poem was used as song lyrics by the band Purty Violet.