SILENCE IN THE GARDEN

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There!

that sound

(yes, I hear it)

comes on a column of air.

 

We are caught in the act

of too much thought

(I wonder what we missed

in the midst of it all)

 

That sound

(clear)—

maybe run through rocks

honed, polished—

 

Is an aria

(magnificent)

of monumental proportions.

It is the leeks gone to seed.

 

Surrounded by

The rattle-pods

(stalks in

rootless soil)

 

Our fingers worm

the open earth

(this cold damp earth)—

The empty ground.

[From the Watermark series]

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