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There is an oak in her garden
with maple behind

green leaves
on purple
figure on blue sky ground

and there is quiet here
except when bird sounds
struggle with aeroplanes
droning to fade away
finally

or bird flutes fuse
with bass of aeroplanes
and the percussive shrrr shrrr
of wind drumming leaves
light with soft fingertips

In the Fall
she will plant anemones
gardening
no longer in the tropics

gardening and paying for advice
here where no grand-
fathers unasked
instruct us
how and what to plant

Gardening
is costly here

and cold