Thistles, Andrew, may expect nothing but like Plath's mushrooms, by morning, they inherit the earth. Bloody things were everywhere when we got back from our trip. Filled up a green bin with them, the rest will have to be mulch food.
On 25/10/2012, at 6:15 PM, Andrew Burke wrote:
> I tripped over the line
> only to find myself
>
> back on time.
> thistles are
>
> a plant of plenty
> where
>
> dogs and walkers
> wander, growing
>
> peacefully in
> gentle spring shine.
>
> we are expecting
> rain so we bring in
>
> our washing.
> thistles expect nothing.
>
> someday
> together we will
>
> curl into earth
> dry and aflame.
>
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> 'Undercover of Lightness'
> http://walleahpress.com.au/recent-publications.html
> 'Shikibu Shuffle'
> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html
>
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