waiting for Alfred
as when the rain takes up with day
a nightsfray overbanking
the leaf catch
soak below
tank top over
pond too
this is the straight down
sky absolute
come to us courtesy
who knows who
a jungle up Thursday
underslosh dare it
nor do I believe the sun will touch
but puddle up
all green to the eye
in bracken thwack
whose wings dare rise against?
if lift then mist
so ghostly
and what’s it all about?
dry in the otherworld window vision
this garden to which one belongs
for which I am culpable
who’ll have a little dance in this?
the ants are all under plotting for light
where are the spiders now?
A quiet conversation with the garden. The ants & insects know the answers
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