The garden
so still in mid-afternoon fog,
in truth- teeming, heaving,
against the barrier of loam.
so still in mid-afternoon fog,
in truth- teeming, heaving,
against the barrier of loam.
posted by Matt at 9:52 AM
Saturday, October 15, 2005
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