Every Garden’s a Picky Eater

The brain plays with its food,
Tossing up memories
Into awareness, then

Pretending to eat them.
There they go. Back again.
Hush. Don’t encourage them.

Compost. Ecosystem.
Dream of expectations.
The idea’s not so much

To clear away debris,
To clean the plate. Just wait.
Let germs in memories

Compete and make their waste.
Set down roots to grow new
Experience to taste.