I approach my garden
And there dares run
A vine as fine as angel locks
Through my flox.
A lighter green its leaves I sight
And flowers delicate and white
Like baby’s-breath, quite nice,
Which doth fetch a good price.
But no, no, this can’t be so
Pink is what I want to grow!
You’re the wrong color for this place
And that I find a disgrace!
I chase you down
To the very ground
Push and pull and tug with strength
Ripping up your total length.
This garden is mine
I planted it fine!
It’s for me to say
Who goes and stays!
I will not, I cannot
Allow you to plot
A course of your choosing
Without you losing!
-Dwain Cassady
5/11/21