The garden of my soul

01.10.2012

Got up as the dawn

ran, outside, across the lawn

Then, padded over, toward

the garden of my soul

watched all four ways

The garden dumped up

with garbage

Acrid scent, releasing all over

stunned me, pushing into the old thoughts

abandoned long ago

 

and forced me to recall

where and from whom had caught them

Grasped a broom, then a shovel

swept up the trash into a sack

threw the bag over my shoulder

walked and walked around the world

so many years passed

reached Nile after long time

dumped the garbage into the river

waves washed away the trash

and the acrid scent

 

The garden of my soul grew green

and clean at last

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