Turning dirt,
Fecundity.
Spring Bright morning early bird says,
‘Say you say the word Say!
Turn the dirt with me’
In the
Tree
‘Say you say the word Say!
Turn the dirt with me’
Hands Sweating over shovel burrs,
Drip and turning over
Earth, air,
And worms’ hollow.
In the noOn Shine,
Furrows of
Steel sifting
Rotting leaves
And little green thieves.
Radio and rolling barrels,
Talking with two heralds
Over our linking fence.
me and She Shading
patio kisses
by a dusky low mOon.
Smiling with evening tea,
Sowing stars
Here and there with thee.
1 comment:
And with that, I smother you with Emily....
xx
FOR each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
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