Grove

I left a seed
(a kernel of truth)
behind in the busted old car
that’s been put out to pasture
near a grove of lemon trees.

It won’t be long now
before it finds a place
to sprout and make
that hollowed-out corpse
of an automobile
relevant again,
at least to the bees.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger