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Gardener (Free verse) by lastobelus

I work now with small green things and brilliant colours. The smell of the earth is deeply ingrained in the ridges of my flesh and the sky touches down the brim of my hat. On a rainy day I sit with a paper and go out later to feel I’m being watered. I have a bright yellow oilskin and the rain runs cold off my forehead and down my nose. I have a rosebush named Candy and one named Sue and a wheelbarrow. I have a long, long time to watch the wild things grow.

zodiac 5-Feb-04/6:44 PM
I like the si.l5 thing. Either one is fine. Heaney's serviceable - could be better; but he sure knows quiet. I think quiet is as underexploited in poetry as melodrama is overexploited. Speaking of quiet, I finally got to watch Lost in Translation with my wife. It's got to be the quietest movie made since movie's started having sound. And it's easily in the top 5 movies I've seen in the last couple of years. My wife thinks so too. She about orgasms for Scarlett Johanssen.




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