His Garden
Your garden, a paradise,
is now filled with cracked
pavements with black ants
climbing the vines,
burrowing, and eating
the zucchinis and cucumbers
from the inside.
They plummet to the soil,
lying there as seasons
pass becoming scattered rot.
Red tomatoes, plumed and vital
like your heart pumping blood
still remain. When ripened, their core
taste too sweet and squishy. They are
not the same when you grew them.
Your garden Nonno, remains since August.
Bio:
Christina Ciufo is a passionate writer of poetry, short stories, flash fictions, fables, and is completing her first novel. In May 2017, she graduated with an MFA degree in Creative Writing.
OVUNQUE SIAMO 