Plants thrive incredibly
inside their shack
without money
education
opportunity
they defy logic.

It is magic
or are the cultivators
blessed?

How does such a model
of poverty
get by with just botany?

They say it's a matter
of relativity.
The neighbors
ashamed of the eyesore
still marvel at their craft.

Copyright, 1994, by J. Matthew Waters
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