By Lee Herrick
How much delight before we collapse
How much earth in the lungs
How much wine
When we want more
When the weeds sprawl
It is not what you think
Think how fast some landscapes change
the lover, the gardener's grand idea,
the failing Maple
the boat about to capsize
the correction
the hand's reflection
the impossible replication of weight
versus time
how it will never mean what you want
Lee Herrick, "The Impossible Replication of Desire" from Gardening Secrets of the Dead, published by WordTech Communications LLC. Copyright © 2012 by Lee Herrick. Reprinted by permission of Lee Herrick.
Source: Gardening Secrets of the Dead (WordTech Communications, 2012)
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