there was a man named art garfunkel
whose trousers were starting to rumple
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petals
the spring-glad trees
have loosed their blossoms
mother bun
mother bun thinks it’s fun
to nest beneath the tool shed
faucet
drip drip drip drip (is that the raindrops or the sink or my nose?)
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as a child
when i was a child
i wanted all the answers
thinking if i knew what was ahead
the waiting somehow surely would be easier
neighbors
at the white house on the corner they’re having a tree cut down —
a perfectly good tree, by the looks of things, with pale green baby leaves bursting from the branches —
waking
if i dream it long enough, often enough
will that make it real
this apparent dearest wish
of my subconscious soul?
easter monday
in the park
the japanese magnolia is shedding
its petals
easter sunday
two syllables turn despair back to delight
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holy saturday
we planted the peas today
rolled their plump green bodies
into the black bacterial dust
gardeners call inoculant
and then tucked them one by one
under the soil
