by Pamela L. Laskin
Going to grow a gorgeous garden
with wisteria blooming between begonias
and roses
ripe with longing.
I had the seeds,
the soil.
All was ripe
for blossoming.
even the way I measured
the distance between where the seeds
were planted.
How could I have known
the heat was venomous,
the waters were dying of thirst,
the sun snuck behind smog;
never did I dream
of the disasters of war
drought
a virus that ravaged so many lives;
this garden
was futile
destined to die
in parched soil
sorrowful soil
one that gave birth
to weeds in abundance.

Pam Laskin is the former director of the New York City Poetry Festival at City College, where she taught children’s writing in the MFA program. She is the published author of five books of poetry and three young adult novels. Most of her recent writings are political, and this includes my YA novels.