Monday, February 06, 2017


Kneeling in the garden in the rain

Loamy aroma worth
the gradual soaking

as I'm nearly blind.
And don’t know
the birth

names of the wild-
er plants glimpsed

as in vaguer dreams,
Carlos winnows
things weekly, hence.

For some reason,
I grow impatient
to be drenched!

The air not being water

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