A garden of flowers

Trees and plants

Cigarette buds and litter

But only at first glance

A common place

For folk to enjoy free time

Smoke and eat seeds

Or drink some wine

A garden with life

Laughter and tears

A garden with friendship

Shared food and shared fears

A place many go

To talk to everyday

A common meeting ground

After being away

Where people stop by

To make plans for the eve

But always come back

After their goal was achieved

Always at least one

With a cig or a toke

Always in the garden

Are the Garden Folk

–Katie Rose Waechter

This poem is dedicated to the memory of Brian (Monty). I will always miss you. I will always miss San Francisco.