CHALK & CHARCOAL

thick green roots 

sutured
to the red brown brick

theres zen 

in the weeding
in the cleanse

geese honk
in the chalk & charcoal
smudge of sky

black dogs
tow their people
in the uncertain wind

TWO MORE GARDEN POPS

GARDEN POP THE 1ST

a june orchard apple tree
its rude plump fruit
its delirious
overdone
colouring-in 

winter
trees
must
dream of this

in
their
hooked and stalky
broom-like
desolation



GARDEN POP THE 2ND

the stressed up-dug 
forced nature noise
of next doors
creak-scream wood gates
spoke to my boneyard of block paving

it
replied
with 
only
weeds

and the superior silence
of stasis

from adamstowneng.com

TROUBLE SOIL

when 
i
was
young
there
were
small
kingdoms of trouble soil

left-over 
un-zoned
torn scraps
of
concrete and dirt

where 
poor unkillable kids 
on 
hand-me-down bikes
climbed 
and
claimed
in
mud and the rain

and
in
a
riot
of
pretty weed blooms

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