
Living dream
- Mahogany Smiles

- Nov 12, 2025
- 1 min read
She plants seeds that no one sees
a need to cultivate.
Ignore warnings to halt procession,
Soils already laid.
Beginning.
Too late
To let sprouts decay.
My howling prayers exterminate pesticides,
A fertilizing fear thrives.
Salt water drops from foggy eyes
Feed the feet of saplings.
Fistful of mulch,
Thinning in solitude,
Alone with no hoe.
Only I tend to this garden,
Though everyone desires to eat what grows


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