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Poet Commentaries

That Garden

 

the short barrel ribbed man
his fenced yard
at the corner of Mish Mash
and Eclectic

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the skid row next to shed
are splintered pickets
and a hen’s house
tsk tsk tsk cluck

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random holes in the yard
bony fingers
of Peach sapling
too far apart

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along and behind posts, strung wire
pastel cotton sheets flap
with unpaired socks
and new grape vines

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the front yard heaped and packed
piles of to do,
not quite garbage
and good compost

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one pluckable eyebrow
his crooked smile
and untended jeans
walk through Eden

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