Ants on dung
my garden
petals in the rain
my garden
wings in the sun
my garden
fragrant feet
a musical twilight
all my garden.
Free, jostling weeds
storms, rot and spring
my resilient garden.
Modest a season
flamboyant next
my garden
until monsters arrive,green
my garden.
A million lives
undisclosed, uncelebrated
each glorious each alive…
not wet red earth
between my finger nails
my land-bleeding
these winters.