Wednesday, November 28, 2012


Wrenched from soil
sheaves of seed, a grass
taller than this
grown woman.

Small birds have
harvested these, causing
the stalks to bow
and break.

I made it easy, laying
the sheaves pulled
from easy earth
on brick paving.

Small birds gathered
twittering and uttering
frugal cautions.
Nothing wasted

but my breath.
So much more to be
gathered. Let go of majesty
over garden, again.

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