The tilling ,drilling, watering, the driving of her daisy,
made weak his heart, even drove him a little crazy.
The tight lil twists and turns down the narrow path, was more challenging than,
what Y equals, too, in math.
Seeing as though, most paths are public, ran through as the streets, petals hanging low, as passersby trample, pick or litter chucking seeds. She needed a new gardner to tend her trellis, to maintain the spread of all she relished.
desire for a gardner, was too keep it, that way forever.
POETRY BY Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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