Living the Dream

what may be seen as virgin journey
upon a seam of well sowed soil,
‘tis nothing but a dobbin drag
for someone else’s care and cure

I am tired of this ungrateful beam
of light’s cloudy caress and condiment

surely there is more to this
warp-mirror’d mention of my work

I am strung and hung both ways
by someone’s dire definition
of my daring to succeed
in growing green an ungrateful garden

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