The neighbor’s fence is a graveyard of stalks
by Stntes
· 20/12/2025
Published 20/12/2025 21:11
The neighbor’s fence is a graveyard of stalks
where the yellow has curdled to rust.
A single head hangs on a snapped green neck,
bowing its face to the ants and the dust.
I found a petal on the concrete path,
rough as a cat’s tongue, dry as a bone.
It’s searching the dirt for a place to go,
leaving the rest of the garden alone.
The birds are picking the center clean,
tearing at the seeds like a scavenged heart.
It’s too much weight for a stem to carry
when everything else is falling apart.