What There Isn’t and What There Is

There is no deep forest to explore No high desert chalky sunset colors purple and peach No great expanse of lawn dotted with morning deer grazing No gardener’s palette and beyond a creek or the staying summer sea There is only a yard surrounded by a decrepit fence creaking in the night breeze a hole dug for a pond full of weeds a few tomatoes But the winter compost is rich, black and hot and steams through...read more