Burned Roots


He looked at an

old photograph

and commented:

Life and love were

so uncomplicated

back then.

Yes, I said.

How did we manage

to complicate it so?

I think that

I’ve over-fertilized

my garden

and burned the roots.

I think the drought

of our carelessness

dried it up

and the first faint winds

of discord

just blew the flowers away

I think I think too much

and that I have

a lot of shit

to shovel out.

rhonda lee richoux 2009

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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