Under glass

By Parson Thru

Sun, 07 Jun 2020

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So I sit
Accidentally
In this glass cabin
Wind gusting
Intermittent rain

Around me
Horticulture
Playing God with compost
A watering can
And liquid feed

Outside
Garden birds
Some as tame as cats
Remind me
That we’re borrowing this soil

I remember that

The man
Who built this greenhouse
Told me once
I’d never learn anything
From books

I wonder
What he’d make of this table
With its coffee cup
And poetry
And how we came to be in here

Permalink Submitted by Ed Crane on Sun, 2020-06-07 08:48

I think I like this one more, although the one below is a lovely chunk of philosophy.

Looks like you've had a very fruitful Saturday.

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Sun, 2020-06-07 22:17

Can't beat a fruity Saturday, Ed. Thanks.

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by drew_gummerson on Sun, 2020-06-07 16:25

And you should have asked, what did he learn from plants. And what does it matter when we all die anyway. Cheery thought :)))

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Sun, 2020-06-07 22:18

We're born, we live, we die. Who needs poetry, Drew? :))

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Sun, 2020-06-07 22:16

Thank you for the cherries.

Parson Thru