george's accommodations
in the loam that is his garden
george is scratching
he's got a three-prong rake in his hands
breaking the soil
he's worked this same dirt over
for years
summer green and lush
with vibrant growth
winter slow
the white of cauliflower
embedded white pebbles fleck the black
before he roughs it with his prongs
disturbance to allow the rain
to take a weed
should it show itself
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george is scratching
in the small square
that is his garden
it's in the back-yard of the house
beside the hens
and other birds he houses
in the loam
the dark black earth
he's creating an accommodation
for things to grow
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