By Jack Black
Date: 26 August 2000
Turning it Under
Turning it Under
Finally, after all the green
summer, the garden approaches beauty.
Wet rocks and fading hostas,
flagstone grey as the sky.
What could he do in this air,
this sky without birds,
than think of her?
Tomato skins hang shriveled on their cages.
Cottonwood, oak and birch leaves
make a dim mosaic on the ground.
A fat robin, alone, stares at him from the
railing of the faded grey porch.
He goes there, determined to sweep the burnt catalpa blossoms
that have been there since June.
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