The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 3 - Page 28


But I’ve seen plenty

of snake holes, a groundhog her and there.

Ground bees and ants. Worms and grubs, all

chipping in to form that so thin promising layer

of top soil over that fist of red darkness.

So praying here will mostly be above ground,

I concede. Melting in with the wind

that swings

in from a slightly different angle than back home.

My words will have to learn to

light along

the corn petals and bean vines,

within the tomato leaf scents, with the robins

as they gratefully peck at the freshly hoed

lines of ground in the evenings.