Watering the Garden
A common green
Garden hose coiled
Slithering head bright and erect
Suspended over the gaping crowns
And roots garmented in soil
And I
At the foot of glowing tree
Or flower bush
Tend my garden alone
Whip the flickering water like a tongue
Venom white the foam
Through the innocence of light
Falling
In spatters at the frigid root -
A second promise of life
The leaves bowing
From the blinding force of spray
Turn their dripping mouths away
The upraised hose deseminate
Not I
The hose would lead you to conclude
As if it was the primary source
The water's fount and feed
So I
Kept my eyes in constant watch
On the uncoiling trail in the quivering grass
Inch after inch, inching at my heel
Its rigid head between my fingers twitching feels
The slippery clasp of power
Upon the brooding hose.
Then caught my eye
A butterfly
Meandering away ... something I long to grasp
And let my fingers moan each tenderness
Of silken dust it yields
To tell the softness
Of death, cold, inanimate
Left rigorless
In the imaginations frightened clasp.
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