by Eric Subpar

The end of my youth
is a gardener
with a sick eldest son.

The bills are piling up
and the future is bleak.

Still the gardener shows up everyday
he trims the maples
and guides vines up latticed walls
and reddens tomatoes.

but his mind is elsewhere

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Eric Subpar is a poet from Washington State where he lives with his wife and three sons. @EricSubpar on Twitter.