Thursday, June 10, 2021

poem 69

our most reliable harvest
rocks of all sizes
sharp edged
multitudes jammed
in loose fines
 
only now after a lifetime
digging prying hauling
complaining
only now i understand
your precious nature
 
how beautifully you stack up
and stay put [for the most part]
how you keep our steep land
and not let it slide away
in stormy muddy slurries
 
your rings of stability
rubble walls holding
soil and tomatoes
basil and onions
garlic and artichokes
 
how you catch fragile choke fronds
how you give their knotted roots
something to grasp
so they can hold their thick stalks tall
so their heavy heads might chase the sun

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