The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Weeds in the garden
Spam in the Mail;
Comments by bloggers
And mush in the pail.

What’s a gardener to do
With her rootings and vines?
Or a poet with mismatched
And sadly done rhymes?

Cast them in oceans
Sail them to sea;
Mulch them ’til daylight
Has squeezed them to be:

Dark greens, wailing moans,
Prickly pungent peat;
Squish it on the gloaming shores
“Til crabs convert to heat;

Warming sand and glowing kelp
Where newest creatures merge
To pulp the poison from the old
The junk to shred and purge.