by Howie Good
It could’ve been the cat.
It could’ve been a woodchuck
the cat was chasing.
There aren’t any signed confessions
or calls of apology.
Remember phone cards?
Pretty soon no one will.
I gather up all that’s bent
or broken in the garden
into a kind of bouquet
and toss it in the garbage.
Some flowers are just better
than other flowers for cutting.