Wasteland

I have a garden you know
and I dig and I dig and I dig
and when I finally break thru to the surface
everything is dark and dry

The seeds were planted
long ago when I was a child
but aren’t you supposed to plant in fertile ground?
then why was this soil killed?

I love flowers and trees
and I know how to prune but how
do you prune and shape a few sparse branches?
Shouldn’t I save the blossoms?

I do. In a book.
Between pages, wrapped in waxy paper.
Its a very small book.
But its mine.
My garden.

A wasteland