Inspired by The Red Dress challenge: write about a broken inanimate object.
Through the bounty of your life’s crop,
I inherited your wisdom.
You humble artist of seed and sod,
whose soul hosts heroes
from all lands.
Your DNA feeds stories of fickleness and famine,
of flourish and forever.
I carry them, wrapped in a carefully taped heart,
from one land to another.
“Don’t take that one! It’s cracked.”
the artist protested.
“There is only one
and the world will not wait for me.”
I bundled you and ran.
You traveled safely.
fell fate to the swift,
of a cleaner’s obsession.