Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

The Country of Your Garden

Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

The Country of Your Garden

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Despite everything,

the land mines, skull trees, splayed carcasses of rusted jeeps,

there you are again,

deep in the humid thighs of July,

propagating Eden, little by little,

as you walk, regal and measured,

lip curled, hands clasped behind your back,

through the hay strewn paths between raised beds,

the blazing democracy of your garden flourishing beyond

all expectation, orange flags crawling up its borders,

butterflies, deer, children, dogs, crows,

all clamor to be inside its gates, with you,

your fingers combing threads of cosmos,

scabiosa, marigold, hosta

rubbing the furry brown abdomens of Echinacea,

soft and eerie as fontanel.

Huge mopped puppets of sunflowers

bob in the wind

as you mercilessly tear the juicy weeds

from what they know is good and sweet

smoothing the soil back again,

as if you are putting a child

back to sleep in a hurry.

I'm waiving from the window,

but you can't see me. There's still time

for me to cross the border,

slip under the fence

and lie beneath you

flooded with your rough, blond, soiled hands.

Come, after all these years, prune me. …

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