Originally posted on kensalzmann:
Once, we had ample time to neglect a garden.
As sometimes happens, that line, those syllables, rattled around in my head for years before finding what seems to be a fitting home in a poem. For now, in any case.
Of course, along the way the line has tried to settle into any number of poems I ultimately discarded, unconvinced that they ‘worked’ in one way or another. In the end–if that is what the published version is–the poem grew ever shorter, more compact, and (I can hope) became a fitting vehicle for the insistent line that demanded it be written.
Planting the Hyacinth Bean Vines
Planting the hyacinth bean vines today
in compost it took us all season to make
from the insistent decay of daily lives rich
in unread newspapers, orange rinds,
eggshells, the cores of apples,
compliant twigs, fallen leaves,
one of us might have thought to…
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