A pile of leaves
Is not so far
From where
I'll be
Waiting on
Planting time
Working the scratchy
Tools of sand
Ripping roots
And piling
Stones
Dotting these
Folded hills
Weedy cairns
Set to rest
Unreasoned till
The shadows
Crossing above
Wonder aloud
When the earth
Will open
All static
Comes to mulch
A midden overgrown
With lilac bush
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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