sunshine inside the day inside the way
the air holds us sunbaked beside
our dappled potted prose
slow-grown
of intermittent soil
for we builders we planers of wood
the process yes is torment
but the writhing form has such
hips, such spicy petals
that what can we do but garden
the air holds us sunbaked beside
our dappled potted prose
slow-grown
of intermittent soil
for we builders we planers of wood
the process yes is torment
but the writhing form has such
hips, such spicy petals
that what can we do but garden
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