Benjamin Burke

When we interact

When we converse

We are walking through each other’s gardens—

Everything we’ve seen fit to grow to make our mind

To live our lives

And many things we never knew we were growing

And yet there they are

So take care

Don’t trample the flowers they’ve spent all this time growing

Mind the weeds

They may not be weeds

They may be spice

They could be more flowers

And don’t take any fruit without asking

And thanking

No need to give them all your water

Or shine with all your sun

No need to fill their dirt with all your ideas

Until you’ve taken the time

To just sit there and be in their garden

Also watch out for dog shit