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Yet Another Garden Poem Not About Gardens

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 5, 2018| Leave a Comment »

 

 

I know that things just don’t grow if you don’t bless them with your patience.

            —Emmylou, First Aid Kit

 

 

watering the sunflowers

it will be months before

even a bud appears—

watering the sunflowers

watering the sunflowers

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Unlikely Love Song

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on July 4, 2018| 8 Comments »

 

 

Praise the summer, with its

endless drought. How you’d rather

revile it, change it, pray

for the world to be another way.

Praise the sky, relentlessly clear,

and the dry field that crunches

beneath your feet.

You dream of green, dream

of laughing in the rain, dream

of puddles and the thin river

rising. But praise the scarcity,

how it teaches you what

you would rather not know—

how fragile the balance,

how every drop matters,

how lucky it is

to grow.

 

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In a Year of Drought

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 3, 2018| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

On the divide

the corn lilies

yellow as if

it were autumn,

their leaves

brittling too soon,

like lovers

surprised during

the honeymoon

to find there is

just not enough

to keep things

alive. Such a short

time ago

they believed

just a smile

could open

the whole sky.

How I long

to be wrong

about them.

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Perhaps You Can Hear It?

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 1, 2018| 4 Comments »

 

 

Whatever an open field has always tried to say,

that’s what I long to say to you. That, and the blue thrill

that trills in the larkspur just before it blooms.

 

And the communion of threads in the blanket,

the sincerity of wild strawberries, and

whatever it is that lavender says to the nose—

 

those are the notes I would write into the song

I’m still learning to sing, this song I would tuck

into your back pocket so that you might,

 

in the middle of a day, perhaps, find it there,

like stars behind the blue noon sky

just waiting for their time to emerge.

 

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