Bolt

my body

is a garden

once verdant

and wild

low leaning lilacs

and

Wide open Iris

ever arching

towards the sky

now

all

is

withering

and

woeful

yellowing

left 

long

to overwinter

without 

regard

no birds

nor bees

frequent here

why would they

the blooms are gone

my sweet silk

long since

bolted

all

that is 

left

is

a memorial

of neglect

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 23