THIS IS MY GARDEN

thick, thorough roots flexing to the spade’s effort

 

a myriad of vulnerable creatures

exposed to red robin’s excitement

 

soil turning with sculpted grey stones

each tumbling against its brother’s back

 

and the crunch of the trowel travelling

fast amongst the grit and gravel

 

each element coalescing into a single

ecstatic experience

 

watched on by the tangled mess of briars

long surpassing an old, sun-faded fence

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