GARDENER
there is treasure
In the soil
under
the surface
no need
to go Westrrn Deep
the soul of a poet
in those fingers
as they fuse together
what fiires now
with a green
intensity
she knows
how to make love to the Earth
GARDENER
there is treasure
In the soil
under
the surface
no need
to go Westrrn Deep
the soul of a poet
in those fingers
as they fuse together
what fiires now
with a green
intensity
she knows
how to make love to the Earth