| full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants
almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness
but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins
|
No comments:
Post a Comment