Here is the secret
of gardening.
Dig holes.
Put small plants
root down
in loose dark loam.
Invoke the worm.
Make offerings.
Water, moonlight, breath.
Potato peels, coffee grounds,
withered celery,
anything that once
had life.
Bury it,
but only when it's good
and rotten
and smelly.
Now pat the earth back down
like a moist mare's flank
after a gallop.
Wait.
Sun and rain will do the rest.
This is not your work,
not this
chaos of miracles.
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