a garden! where any American friend and curly tree,
spaced between clouds and winds, would love to be
The rabbit known by scent and stride, & one good
twitchy eye is safe for now inside its poor Scotty soul
who's been freed from a raptor's talons as is tree kitten,
with a tractatus heart, limping still idly and slyly by
Aptly a lilac the colour of pierced sides is the crown
the kitten and soul wear in a garden! from where I sit
A wasp, or lost parsley space, remain about the same
like the rose's puff stem bent cruelly toward the ground
Digressions always make skies look narrow, worn to me.
A sigh from a neighboring pug is the only sigh around
Addendum:
They'd gotten into the habit (birds!) of spiking the wind--
predisposed in their favor, any way--& pounding the earth
on which fall all the crooked, muddy, personable seeds
to ever lie 'tween watered rows and some nearby weeds.
No comments:
Post a Comment