bears repeating
the path thru
the rock garden is draped
in fragrant thyme which
sighs in scent a signal
that the gardener is stepping there
its a hands and knees garden
with little use for the hoe
which is made
more for the careful rows
that lie in the fertile bed
at the foot of the hill
it terraces hold and slow
the scourging tearing rain,
keeping what it can (but little)
and sending coursing water
a little gentled
on to the thirsty plants below.
a mistake to think
its apparent arridity makes
it less needful of the rain,
for it is given what it needs
tho in its rangy rocky carlessness
His attention seems unknown
perhaps the formal paths
and carefully clipped shrubs
make a more satisfying show
but we have to bloom where we grow
(groannnnn) LOL
still, i learn
she laughed
her face a record
of her emotions unerased
a mirror of her life
cracked upon her
satisfaction
but she said
she'd known many men
some who were jerks
that just couldn't
pull off love.