Javanese shadow-puppet bird shapes
Peck and pluck in the late west sun
I do not hear their song, too intent
On digging, planting, mulching
How to live without music? Spade-gong?
The garden hears my labour
The birds pirouette away
As I change their landscape,
Slow steps. Terracotta-chimes. I am focused
On nourishment, forgetting
To listen to the sounds of
The garden growing, leaf
Mulch worm crunch scrunch.
My silhouette lengthens
At day’s end. I am content.
A choir returns with melodious gusto
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