Thursday, March 17, 2016

Gethsemane Valentine

I keep finding one more thing
to do in the garden one more
flower to admire one more
weed to retire just so
I can stick around until
the salamanders creep
out of the warmed stone walls
flashing their flame-like heads
and tiny flying insects
swarm over the compost heap
bringing the hummingbird back
while always in the background
two or three mockingbirds
forever practicing their scales
and I can rest in my garden of woes

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