Darker than Night, More Lovely than Day

When night descends upon your garden
sprinkled with salt, the sweat from your torso
the age of your forehead

Garden combed with callous hands
the lot the Crows left behind
littered with junk

tires and broken lawn mowers
and the toys the little Crows forgot...
When night descends upon your garden

of grass, and flowers and new found memories
When dawn breaks on your acreage
tidied, reseeded, planted and groomed

Tons of rocks you rearranged multiple times
A pond you dug and stocked with fish
to which insect skaters migrate for those same fish to eat

You give each thought, you speak to each
In garden center, you set a gazebo and mounted atelescope
From your garden of angles you eyeball the heavens

You commune with the spirits
you --- darker than night,
more lovely than day