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Plastic Garden at last I have my garden though I know its only plastic The colors shine so prettily behind their barbed facade I dreamed them all within my head my visions so pure and good you almost couldn't smell it all that acrid plastic taste have you seen my plastic garden? it blooms in violet, pink, and grey pay no heed to its soil though it was never given ground I see it fading from my sight the flowers, birds, and dreams here in the plastic garden, bare we're reminded of all our hopes. Have you found your garden yet, is it bright and real and true? Can you smell the silicone, or is it honey blossom dew? [ Go Back ] |