i hope
the garden fairy,
who keeps watch, steadfast
over her subjects of great wisdom-
the cauliflower,
her subjects of relentless passion-
the cucumber,
her peasants-
broccoli and zucchini,
is unearthed
in 150 years
her ivory body
covered in dirt
she will be missing the butterfly that
graced her arm
her peachy lips now alabaster-
her watch is over.
A different seed is sown.