**UPDATED (2015)**
He humbled himself:
knelt his desire at the foot of his flower's bed,
like a penitent sinner. He saw her over
knelt his desire at the foot of his flower's bed,
like a penitent sinner. He saw her over
whelmed with green and understood her
hard earth would soften by offering a little water.
Stretched across her wooden frame, using bare-skinned hands,
he skillfully plucked each weed suffocating his garden...
Between fore-finger-and-thumb tips he caressed each
hole carved into her withering leaves and determined in his
heart to exterminate the devouring creatures.
Between fore-finger-and-thumb tips he caressed each
hole carved into her withering leaves and determined in his
heart to exterminate the devouring creatures.
He remembered to replenish the soil.
At the side, he unwound the hose attached to the house
and unstopped the faucet:
water-consumed-drought-jumping-insider-dark-belly,
resurrecting roots giving up the ghost.
resurrecting roots giving up the ghost.
Exhausted and dewed,
he rested awhile...Many nights he
he rested awhile...Many nights he
communed beneath the stars, savoring
Moonflower, Honeysuckle, Corn Poppy, Tiger Lily, and Sunflower…
He ate and was satisfied.
