I noticed a bloom
in my garden today
growing silently
as disquiet
composted with blame
forked with agitation
i always thought it was you
who planted it there
but you did not
it is I who have cared for it
if care be the word
for it is a flower to end me
and so I wonder why I tend to it
raging all the time as I do
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oh paul this is brilliant. i think we all have a flower like that in our garden. i’m glad you’ve noticed yours. just don’t eat it, ok?