November 23rd, 2011
The garden, most necessary. Ah, how beautiful to think the garden! Garden – it’s enough for light to pass. Night light, even day!
Stones you dug, flowers you seeded, grass you cut. Even the pool, empty pool – to sit there, watching the skies. Hide there. Walk there. Riddle there. Collect the decaying leaves then, when they leave. Bury the past. Untill garden again, with new paths, laying covered, unseen. To be let out with a sweaty back and a dirty chest.
Now, one thing to beware is dogs shitting all over the place.
Otherwise – garden most necessary and lighted.
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