For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,
sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,
transferred them gently from little, to bigger and bigger pots,
loamer of the soil, claimant king of the compost heap,
deliverer of fertilizers and beneficial microbes,
all ceaseless labor to see the payoff bloom of fruit and flowers
equaling the amazement in your partner’s watchful gaze.
Then the sneezing pronouncement, born of an allergy calamity; all must go.
So, you know, the bell tolls, the killing of all equations.
Forget about your babies,
with your partner’s announcement, the balance tilts,
all things being unequal in partnerships sometimes,
even if you wished it might always be otherwise.