in these old walls
everything a routine
a normalcy
i know i am in neutral
we visit burbank's gardens
a million plants
growing on the soft land
but my ground is hardened
when does the plow harrow a line?
how long to wait
till the neighbors say
that this earth is ready to plant in?
in these old walls
i am germinating
full with anticipation
bored with travel
in these old walls
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