have you collected seeds of many years, packed, labelled, dated.
have you died, and left the table unprepared. i have them now in boxes, a gift.
from those who love. they will bring me work, joy, an independent air.
seeds need water.
sun stays later.
i have imposter syndrome, never diagnosed yet googled when heard on radio live .
there may be too many additives these days not enough honesty grown.
she said i should have something new in the greenhouse.
i have, i said, and thought of you who
planted the seeds.