Painting the Roses Red

Queen of discontent
though life gives you gardens
(a canvas of songs) you sow pickles
among the zinnias, uproot divide replant

Why not stop this clawing cawing, take
nature’s course, hammock swinging
begging breeze, philosopher’s
question (the needs of the one
or the needs of the other one)
having all you ever dreamed
you wanted what
then?

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