Garden In the first weeks we already knew this was history, that you’d speak of our nakedness, the flat grasses we wove & slipped over each other. First there was wild onion, the sharp tang of shoot & bulb. Later came frills of green leaf, stalks, tips too. Then peaches. Standing together in sunlight, of […]
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