#952 - things wild of whim

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952

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things wild of whim

 

and winter where

parsley’s prolific

 

it’s good to have a dell

             and lurk

 

to make the rounds

 

hear puddles as you pass

and see nor weed nor pile to shift

 

this sometimes where I’m found en route

just walked into that line

neither creature to be fed

 

but tops alive with chatter

 

then all of a stillness day comes to

chimney still at it

as if a trade prevailing

 

cross that bridge

now come

attentive to task in hand

 

and come again

a different bird this time

 

mostly though to beyond

                   of the garden

I must remain obscured

 

soon work cut out

keeping after the weather

 

good to cast an eye

and turn the world away

not care, neither be bothered

by the big woes

 

trickle with the rain that was

and days perhaps till more

 

duck up from

see the circles left

 

so far down in the afternoon

 

but follow a vine

till you come to the bird

follow bird into sky

 

good to just get up and go

revolve the way spheres will

 

ask

how far out of a conversation

does anyone ever come?

 

the garden has already achieved me

there is no further work now

 

I hide behind myself sometimes

to get a better view

 

there’s an art of understanding your place

 

of knowing

the best and happiest things to do

and how hope may make these the same