THE SECRET GARDENER by Foutoux draft 8 August 2015

THE SECRET GARDENER

IAM THE SECRET GARDENER
UNSEEN, NO ONE COMES NEAR
WHEN I CUT THE HEADS FROM
A HUNDRED ROSES.

I HIDE FROM THE GAZE
THAT JUDGES
AND WORK COUNTING MY
PACES TO AND FROM
THE COPPER TAP.
THE HEADLESS I WATER
MORE THAN THE QUEEN OF
ROSES.

AFTER SUCH BOUNTY
I SNAP THE FINEST BUD
AND SNEAK IT HOME.
MY BOOTY MY REWARD.


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