Garden Wounds

When plants fight back

leave a wound on finger

twig in the eye

scrap of the blackberry vine

stain of the grass

bitter taste

of the forgotten lettuce

renegade limbs

blocking my path

thought that they could

keep me away

wound up as compost

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dVerse prompt to use the homograph wound in a quadrille

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Fine

How I woke up feeling

this fine day of rain

then sunshine

garden beds moist

ready for planting

weeds don’t stand a chance

when I walk by

what will it cost me this day

ready to pay the fine

dirt under nails

sore back

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