in which planting waits

for there are words

flying around the cords

of minor keys, simple

 

tunes wobbling as

undertones like air

inside intervals

 

all it takes perhaps

is a spade digging

around, a pen dragging

 

the soil, and a chuckle

as sound takes a chance

and runs

 

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