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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

seismology 2: garden

garden

wild
grows my garden.
birds stop to sing
and start again
to show me
silence

the scent of herbs
mingles
with the
red, o so red
strawberries.
i am not hungry

still lies the pond
hiding frogs
and darkness
under duckweed,
allover green
and undisturbed

my garden
my wild garden
waits for you.
unruly,
untamed
but filled with peace

my heart,
my wild heart,
i let it out
to wait
in the garden.

it is so quiet now
in the evening breeze.
the birds
sing
again.




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