These Gardener's Hands
These gardener's hands
this soil black
The sun upon my olive skin
This shadow sky
with one lone cloud
To pierce the blue horizon
My finger nails
with tell-tale signs
of never wearing gloves
Tomato plants and
rosemary: a feast
just waiting to happen.
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