Garden | StoryPoem | Light-Years in the Dark | Todd Crawshaw


I had heard of an enormous garden that was like no other in this world. Once I found it the rumors and fables paled before the truth. The flowers were immense, perfectly formed and brighter than I had imagined. A caretaker dressed in white linen emerged from the foliage to greet me. He stepped with bare feet through the flower beds without harming a petal. He wore spectacles that reflected the sky. His bow to me was respectful, as if to a traveling dignitary, perhaps a king who had ventured far. Yet I felt like a weed.

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