i am planting
seeds
to grow
a
lovely
garden
it starts first in a dark moist corner
of my mind
and the seeds
the gooduns
will become
big flowers
makin mama
proud
turning her face
up to the sun
and thanking the rain
on cloudy days
when vision is poor
an eye turned inward
to see
little sproutlings
being born
green and fresh and fragrant
the moss
and rock
helping
holding hands
in ancient patterns
that the world has spun
again again again
growin a garden
a lovely garden
half wild
half not
with everycolour
under the sun
in the greenhouse
under my skull
my fertile little noggin
i water rest watch listen
and hope
always hope
un alone
together
in time
and step
up to the very tops of trees
the hugest prize winningness flowers ever
smell 'em
take it
grow some
grow some more
gardens are good
in technicolour
in between dark rich
browns
and rusts
and green
green greens
and in silvery shadow
of greys
so quiet they whisper
so silent they sing
growing a lovely garden
growing
growing
growing
from seeds
tiniest thinist hardly visable
that is where the lovely garden begins
Monday, February 13, 2006
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