First plant sale of the spring-
bright boxes bursting with blooms-
marigolds, petunias, zinnias, snapdragons;
six-paks of hope all competing
to see who I will take home
and kill with neglect first-
Pots of sprouting hosta,
from your backyard to mine;
breakfast for your deer last year,
a midnight snack for my deer this year.
Pots of raspberry and blackberry canes-
so much potential,
so much neediness
in a black plastic container:
take the Japanese beetles off my leaves-
then sprint out in the blazing sun
on the hottest day of July
to find that the blue jays
harvested the fruits of all your labors.
Flats of tomato plants-
fresh dark green already smelling
of earth and deliciousness-
and yellow jacket nests burrowed
into the ground at their roots.
Perhaps it is time
to sit in the shade
with a lemonade
to plan my first
farm stand visit of the spring.