I met the Gardener
who had been gone
these many years.
I tracked her down
from room to room
in a palatial theater.
As we sat side by side
in audience seats,
she showed me a cucumber
with its seeds.
"I could take those back
with me and plant them,"
I said.
She said, "At least I
didn't bring
my clippers with me."
I laughed,
and laughed.
Her garden is well,
and so is she.
Text and image © 2020 by Donald Jacobson Traxler.
