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plants want you to know they are vulnerable to your love and helpless beside your path without your love they are not children any more when you see them flower but they ask that you respect their immobility that they … Continue reading
a splendid flower in the garden blossomed then it seemed a noise come a pair of birds had taken flight abandoned the young in the dazzling moment and it was that from the nest a choir sang as my spirit … Continue reading
the house looks over my shoulder ‘he’s writing poetry’ said the house so I get up and go outside ‘what is wrong?’ I ask the garden and it rolls off a list from Monsanto to mono culture and I sit … Continue reading
so I go into the garden and pick a young onion and I slice 2 potatoes thinly I smear butter on the bottom of a small sided dish and sprinkle half a tablespoon of plain flour then layer a row … Continue reading
there are only gardens of her her flowers and her scents the birds make their spring in her branches and the moon lifts her skirt in the garden when I am with her and I can only love her
perhaps a day of words talk to the thing which is in me afraid of light which is in her eyes given to another who does not have this thing inside them nor the gardens which are solitude I ask … Continue reading
the flower in my garden waves if the wind is there else it is just a pretty face