Tagged: planting

after two weeks and

all numbers are wrong

all numbers are wrong
numbers at two-thirty, when
the body has just
snatched a corner of
sleep, the thoughts of you
just loosening from
the soil of day

i don’t suppose spinach

i don’t suppose spinach
ever dreams beyond sun,
water, cool soil, and more
sun. it may never
imagine being folded
so lovingly
, steamed
or lightly sautéed
with a touch of olive
oil and two cloves
of garlic. simplicity
sometimes eludes
the best of us

even when we planted

even when we planted
them right next to
each other, differences
arose, and it may take
more than a few
open gestures,
a handful of days in
the sun, and waiting
through a storm or
two to flush out
the similarities