I have two,
yes, ‘two’ gardens –
I am so blessed –
but, there is a distance between them,
and I have no rest,
as I go from one
to the other,
which is a round trip
of some forty-thousand miles or so –
and the climate’s not good
in either garden,
I have to grow frozen vegetables,
in the ice they harden;
well, at least they are ready
for the local farm shop –
to which place I stop
as I travel down:
Longyearbyen in Norway,
the nearest town,
or up to Ushuaia
in Argentina –
and you wonder why I wear a frown.
