What’s unseen is still there–
the worms within vines that fail
at the peak of greening. Like cancer,
there are hints if you’re trained to know them,
how to cut what kills, and nurture what’s left
A rainy June softens and separates barriers,
and the oldest leaves droop, yellow, fade–
the givers of the garden
gone before their fruit is left
in boxes at the side of roadways
for free, or filling bags
on neighbor’s back steps.
***My offering for dVerse: Summer today.