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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Sunday, March 13, 2005

17h35 


Chamomile in the garden
St. John’s Wort’s there too
Oregano the flat kind
carpet like
as well as the Italian kind
bushy like
and a whole mess of chives.

(Among other sweet tingly greens
and colors some purple
and a little yellow
with the red bell-like flowers
that hummingbirds like
they say.)

That’s my garden
that’s my green little hide-a-way
on a dry spot of dry mud
when the sun
bright ball of eye shadow
behind the budding pecan
tree
shines thee to me.

Am grateful.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 15:40
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