All Seeds Look The Same
to the unexperienced gardener, that is.
On day one I bought a planter box
For she deigned cage a growth of garden phlox
Day two saw a swathe of rickety winds
And the end of all she and I had been—
Plus the demise of that planter; within, huddled unsprouted hemlocks.
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Lyndon Beier
(they/them) enjoys exploring various themes surrounding identity and escapism in their work. They've been featured by blueprint magazine and their local public library system, and were awarded “Poet of the Year” by NEHS in 2022.
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