1.
After we’d gotten past
the question of importance
I found something missing
in the garden
a brush of sparrow shadows
swept over me
first one way then the other
was it a cross or an X that locks
the target to the treasure
a zinnia seedling
had disappeared overnight
hadn’t you said our youth ends
only if we accept
impermanence
when only one of five seeds had sprouted
out of a bag of maybe thirty
out of so many
only a few can tolerate
the picture of death
that’s what you pay for
the grocery stores closed now
no I mean boarded up
as if plucked right out of the ground
so the blackness around it
barely moved
the breeze lifts
as if you would return
when if it depended on us
we could not go on at all
we
its four siblings
you and me
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