The Gardener Next Door, by John Grey
The man digging
in his back-yard
inspires your story.
To your creative tongue,
starting a garden
becomes burying his wife.
As your tale goes,
months after the last load
of dirt covers her face,
melons grow to the size
and shape of her head,
ripe red tomatoes bloom
the color of her blood,
potatoes stare up
out of the soil
with her unforgiving eyes.
No good
killing and burying someone,
in these parts,
you figure.
You never know
what you’ll harvest.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Front Range Review, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Poem and Midwest Quarterly.
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