Monday, April 9, 2012

My garden--

My garden is heavy-rimmed
folded and skirted with green
bared to the sun and sky
pitiful, young and still
the weeds grow thick
blossom soft
beneath them worlds settle
ants scurry
leisurely june-bugs trundle to and fro from naps
mosquito hawks hover
like planes above a mystic jungle


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