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A Belabored Gardening Metaphor

Fertility varies from place to place.
In my hometown, cilantro would take over
The yard if you weren’t careful. Some
People don’t like the smell, but I loved
The fragrant flood of mulch and pollen
Whenever I mowed. (It was the only joy
I found in mowing.) A cilantro haze
Always encircled by volunteer chilis
Standing as spicy sentinels guarding
The perimeter of the lawn with indifference.

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Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

 

Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,

undercut with new mown grass,

wild mint by the kitchen window,

treasures in the strawberry patch.

 

Father sat with pint of shandy,

The mower cooling in the shade,

the rake stowed by the garden shed,

the kids with sparkling lemonade.

 

Summer sun dips on the estate

dragging shadows from th...

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Home Sweet Gnome

Home Sweet Gnome
 
When the lights go out and no ones about 
In the gardens of our homes
 
There comes the cheery, happy, shout
Of  our friends the garden gnomes
 
They know its spring and work they must
They have a lot to do
 
The secret work that goes unnoticed
By the likes of me and you
 
There’s a hive o...

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The Rose

The flowers unfold

as I pick the rose

walking in the park

way after dark

with my boyfriend.

 

I lift the rose

as i climb the fence

wondering what the passer-by thinks

of me and my boyfriend.

 

he lends me a hand

as he stands on the pavement

smiling with his eyes

this handsome man,

my boyfriend.

 

the passer-by stops

as i be...

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