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Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Yes, the pot broke, and I set it down in the garden in a dusty spot, a bit of interest and a sad note for the pot. Yet, there it sits, the garden growing around it, including the mint and wood sorrel needed for the bees. I love the play of greens, reds, browns, yellow and the sorrel shadows, a pleasant moment in a sad day due to wildfires out of control.

Ever

A pot
I like
broke.

The garden
welcomed
it,

Hugged by
spreading
mint,

Filled with
sorrel
blooms,

Gardens
ever
grow.

Sheri Edwards  
071421   1944436521  
Poetry/Photography

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