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Leaning On A Spade

 

Funny how it goes unnoticed,
when your face is pushed into the loam
all those trailing hours suspended in time.

In the garden you'll become one of three things: 
another busy, busy animal, 
another serene plant, steadily growing,
or another force of nature in the garden.

Naturally they ask 'Which one are you?'
I scratch lines to beautify, and to be clear
perhaps they should ask 'which one are you, today?'

Anyhow, I no longer own a garden
but a snow white page: a new year's day view
from an upper window.

'...and how many trowels have you got?'

◄ Ars Poetica

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John Coopey

Tue 15th Dec 2020 13:43

I am a warrior, Adam. Constantly at war with Nature in my garden.

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