A Garden Haiku Triptych
Beads of salty sweat
Weeds choke my forlorn garden
Sore hands grip dull hoe
Amid the tangles
A blossom reaches skyward
New life gives new hope
Guests feast heartily
The fruits of my labor praised
Oh, it was nothing
B.C. Nance is a native of Nashville, Tennessee, where he lives with his wife and daughters. He works as a historical archaeologist, writing many an exciting archaeological report. In his spare time, he writes fiction and poetry including two poems published in the anthology, Filtered Through Time, edited by S.R. Lee.
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