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Gardens Will Break Your Heart


Born in no beautiful time

he lives inside the shadow

that lies outside the fire.


Day sends bats scurrying.

Cats bounce into town

down the rutted road.


Work begins without ruse,

each turn of the plow turns

a bowl of gods and cream.


Forgotten calves stay lovely

hiding from flamed lovers

in the maze of dry streams


beyond the garden wall.

Soon a new season will roll

across the browning field.


Shallow years of dreaming

brought him to this place.

The inside of him won't size.


Nights are mother to his rage.

Lanterns down the dusty road

mock him walking by.