It's like relief when a poem comes- providing what you yourself cannot- so I gratefully wrote this one down. I think there's another one inside trying to get out. I'm trying to make the space for it.
From July 22, 2013:
I have found the garden a merciful
place
with no aim of production but mirth!
Circular thoughts, received by the
dirt, turning compost for freshness
Nosing through vines, foliage uncovers forgotten fruit of a doubtful seed
when soil and sun and air and blessed
rain seemed unfit to coax from my hopes a new leaf.
7/22/13
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