2011-19
To be a gardener isto own a plot of ground,
not because you have deed or title,
but because you know every inch
more intimately than you ever knew your mother's hand.
To be a gardener is
to kneel in the icy sleet of winter,
thrusting red-raw hands deep into the garden's bones,
when only you still remember your beloved's face.
To be a gardener is
to kneel hunched against the chill rains of spring,
boots and sleeves coated thick with fresh mud,
Clearing away once again the weeds and leaves and muck
so your lover's mouth is free to laugh upward at the sun.
Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-07-16 at 11:02
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