JERSEYWORKS--POETRY Shirley Lake | |
AUGUST MORNING This morning was so hot a robin trotted in the garden, -first this way, then that- The sprinkler showered his wings as he bowed to spread them among the broccoli and greens. I thought when he left he'd had enough until he flew back with what appeared to be his mate, her beak stuffed, clutching a handsome sheaf of dry grass, white string, and some fluffy stuff that could be from the coat of my shedding dog. She dropped her bundle to join his water dance. I don't pick up the phone on days like this, or eat much either, just oatmeal and apples and a potion I brew from weeds that could kill a chronic disease or clear the heart of need. I harvest before the sun gets too high and I water the garden long and hard. Try keeping it all alive, I tell my children. Plant something around your house the birds will dance for. ~ Shirley Lake |
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