in the garden
picked up
another window
to see through

each new day
clinging to sky
with eyes
ground with feet

he sees the senselessness
in staying
never to leave

as Eve
led Adam
out of Eden
sable image
whose only light
were the stars

he has left
the garden
in hand
no larger
than a pea

in colors
he hears
the happy sounds
of birds singing


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