flowerbox by Emily G MyersI stepped into her garden
and a flowerbox with water and rocks
he walked alongside
covering my path with soft stones
the cool water to my ankles
an impossible balance
and he stooped to scoop rocks under my feet
she said why don't you come back to stay
and he offered to teach me to drive
the green grass
with pink flowers
the white box
with clear water
and his hands
scooping a path for my feet
I couldn't stay
my eyes opened 10/10/2004 Author's Note: I think this is the silliest thing ever. I wrote it about a dream I had. my mother was the woman with the garden, and the boy in this was my ex-boyfriend, John. I don't know what it's about, but these thoughts were orbiting around and I just had to get them out. you have to write a lot of not-so-great stuff to get just a little greatness. paying dues.
Posted on 10/10/2004 Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
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