As you know I am always into garden infrastructure. This year my creeping thyme (Thymus surpyllum)
Don't call your grown son at this late hour.
Put on a coat and go outside, recall a family
you made of snowpeople, your daughter's
mittened hands, the bed of creeping thyme
disappearing in the sudden storm.
The snow is bandaging the world
or is it erasure? What is the answer
to this night's interrogation?
It's falling heavy now.
You know why there are two syllables to hours.
Ours is what is left you cannot name.
Explain can't you, canto what you can bear,
swear
this music is what most matters,
the lawn's staff, notes of tiny boot prints
vanishing—.
Sean Thomas Dougherty
is blooming off the chart.
And the blooms are extraordinary.
A Bed of Creeping Thyme
Don't call your grown son at this late hour.
Put on a coat and go outside, recall a family
you made of snowpeople, your daughter's
mittened hands, the bed of creeping thyme
disappearing in the sudden storm.
The snow is bandaging the world
or is it erasure? What is the answer
to this night's interrogation?
It's falling heavy now.
You know why there are two syllables to hours.
Ours is what is left you cannot name.
Explain can't you, canto what you can bear,
swear
this music is what most matters,
the lawn's staff, notes of tiny boot prints
vanishing—.
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