In the garden, fat Brussels sprouts nestle against the stalks. My daughter says two words when she sees them: With bacon.
While the light funnels away — every single day, a little less — the remaining flowers in my garden brighten: marigolds, pink and violet hydrangeas, gold calendula, ragged now and past their prime.
None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
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My Brussels sprouts bolted in the spring, and I was so sad. I had been picturing “with bacon” too.