POETRY
Garden Tour
Poetry for the cycles
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1 min readApr 29, 2024
an orange-eyed cicada, fresh from its shell
awakened from a long nymph-hood
greeted me on the tongue of an iris
this morning
a garden tour — it’s been thirteen years
since my son emerged and all these seasons
later — I finally dug the earth for azaleas
I love to get my hands dirty
seeds for romas, sweet basil, cosmos
lunchbox peppers and cherries
beans and yellow squash
all bound for bounty
for the first time, the peach tree is heavy
with fruit — and I can’t help but wonder
if this is the year of revolution
if this is the reaping
of perennials sown long ago
cycling stronger, brighter, cleaner
like the exhales
of swimmers training their lungs
May all who suffer know peace.
Samantha Lazar 2024
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