Short Nurseries Poems

Marc Quinn's 'Nurseries of El Dorado'*
bronzed still life chromed patina show...

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Pretty flowering plant
Often seen at Christmas,
Indigenous to Mexico
Now available at nurseries
Showy scarlet bracts,
Each surrounding yellow flowers
That require much attention
Throughout the season
In order to re-bloom
And delight next year.

Written December 2, 2022...

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hello brother,
 irish hearing of translations

in american creole we leave, ears are not left nor right
they perk and grass talls to a tickling memory for running up to the hairs of trigger
trigger is limber and frequiently as december
bestow herselfish visits when attendants of time
dare not his fender
his fender glides in names as thumper
neither care to scamper yet both shall parent springs...

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Robin Hood thieves from the woodlands,  
for seemingly meaningful greenery,
and rather mysterious scenery
to sell at garden  nurseries.
Jack axes the canopies:
veneers to go on vanities.
And the lavish sunlit 
leaves are fading,
and falling. 

Pragmatic greed
smothers silent cries,
of felled trees,
gruesomely shrugs
over carnage.
Emptiness sweeps
into grey-gaps.

We ache for beauty… 

remembered,

imagined,

unseen.
...

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the sand creeps
sand dunes grow... gaining ground
marram holds all together

desert mountains... dunes
imperceptible movers
yet always growing

on a windy day
a mile long sandy beach
not a place to be

sandy beaches
here one day... gone the next
hungry oceans

ripples in the sand
saltating grains form ripples
sand dunes nurseries

creatures of the sand
reptiles... insects... birds... mammals
oasis wildlife...

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OUR CHOICE

this is the winter of our discontent
the four horsemen ride exultant
slaughter in churches
bombed nurseries
corrupt legislators
pollinators dying for lack of forage 
all the sun’s blessings can not
disguise our disintegration

small acts of gentleness
saving horses
and tiny piglets from factory farms
a touch of hands
or smile on the phone
keep the choking smoke away
we are the lucky ones
who see these distant fires
signaling from hill to hill...

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