Weedy
takeover
once beautiful
garden, now wild.
The gardener stands, paralyzed, overwhelmed,
on a soft pale green carpet of tumbleweed.
Notes: I’m calling this a faux Fibonacci because it was intended to be a Fibonacci poem–only I wrote down the requirements incorrectly in my notebook. A Fibonacci is a poem of six lines with a syllable count based on the Fibonacci number sequence: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. In my notebook, I wrote that a Fibonacci was based on the number of words per line, not syllables, and didn’t discover my mistake until I was ready to publish this. So. A faux Fibonacci it is. And yes, I am the gardener, and my once beautiful garden really is a carpet of tumbleweed, which is quite soft and lovely when it’s half an inch tall. Then it grows up into that thing in the photo.
Photo CC-BY Lisa Risager
the dirigible plum 
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