hands of the gardener

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You dig into the yellow earth pale,

with life caked under your fingernails.

Inching between birth, snails

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with rotund homes pricked like sails

silt through titanic pebbles, tempestuous pools

pouring from metal tin—cool

to your godly touch.

I kneel beside you, such

Cosmos littered with muddy divinity.