- Vol. 04
- Chapter 01
Image by Hernan Bas
GoneThe gardeners vanished today
Now gloves are everywhere.
Pinned to the branches of trees near the park,
lined up in the center divider,
hanging on the the bridge railing,
And today I found a pair under my pillow
Still sweet with earthy mulch
and wet from last nights rain.
I save them
all of them,
In case they return
from this nightmare.