I will lose my mind / David Nejezchleba

I will lose my mind

David Nejezchleba

look at these seeds I have planted them carefully. they have just barely sprouted into translucent green. I will water them into spring softness and watch them change.

I am asking you to look at the sign. it’s near the garden bed, it reads:

“to the season when birds lovingly sing and the fields of dandelions grow, summer will soon propose his ring and spring will have her Romeo. my garden, now waiting to be filled in the vernal months gleams with hope, if the plants are not callously killed by brutish hands that blindly grope. on my face, flowers tenderly bloom while vines twist and grow around my arms but sorrow drowns a painted smile, and familiar death rings his faint alarms.

sorry this sign was so terribly long, I am not too skilled in the art of song,

and with poetic forms I am not too advanced but for you, my words were meant to entrance.

just be careful where you place your feet, my endeavors to grow you don’t want to defeat. to hurt my plants is to hurt me, because they are both who I was and who I plan to be.”