Thursday, July 2, 2009

In the garden

Dirt under my fingernails
proclaims the advent of spring,
and summer's slow continuance.

My ankles and calves are mud-streaked
grubbing around in weeds like caterpillars,
seeds come to visibility as tiny green promises.

I am face to face with
the reality of miracles.

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