left to its’ own devices

a frowsy blowsy garden

merrily dances,

grabbing partners willy nilly

twisting, winding, climbing, grasping,

a delightful chaos of

weeds and intentions alike,

beautifully melding

into a last-ditch party,

all

unapologetically abundant

unapologetically abundant

by Angie Quantrell

Yakima Valley