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Monday, November 15, 2010

In the Kitchen Garden


Drinking some of the rich wine

Made up for his lapse of reasoning


“Don't do me no good.”


You were anything but troubled

It was a compliment to his skill


The brightest garden I ever did see

The extraordinary nature meant to return


“Well, y'all come down now.”


And he turned and ran

The idea of comprehending where he was


In the kitchen garden caught like a fish



Coastal