I populate a fantasy world
With figments of my fecund imagination
In fact, one could call me an organic farmer of figments
Sadly, my fields are typically ravaged by crop failure
Blight
Pestilence
And choked by weeds
When the figments do reach maturity
They explode and blow away
Like dandelion seeds on the wind
I try to neglect the little green sprout
That sprouted in the field
No fertilizer
No water
In the hopes that this figment
Makes the transformation to reality
Native plants spring up unbidden
And don’t need a gardener to help
David Trudel © 2012
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