It's Still Life

Wild Garlic (a juxtaposition poem)

the creek runs deep
in the gulley,

sandbagged slopes.

every winter
it breaks its banks.

I’m picking
wild garlic,

tall stalks,
white blossoms.

then a dog
squats

over the best
of it.

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: a juxtaposition poem. Image and poem ©Misky 2006-2026.