Myself as Garden Ms. Kate Hamm I didn’t plant a garden this spring Didn’t know how. Jonquil shoots cut through the crust Of left over snow, pushing Their buds toward the March sun I was at a loss. Should I have brushed away the frozen dirt? Cleared the path? Tiny green blades sliced through And then One beautiful afternoon, there was a Yellow cup framed in a white saucer I think it was a jonquil... maybe a daffodil? Like I said I don’t know much about flowers. In April the green bush that sits Trapped against the railroad ties Started to develop silver dollar spheres. If they hadn’t been green I could have sworn I was growing golf balls Or small hedge hogs on sticks. 4 Paphiopedilum Jasmine Zhao ’28
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