April 25, 2023

the garden

The tulips are in
bloom the shorn
grasses grow

faster than they can
be shorn down
again the

fountain will flow soon
into a
new basin

Dr. Borlaug thanks
I guess for
giving us

more than we know what
to do with
. . .

poem

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