the tomatoes are blushing
from orange to shameful red
and the beans are insistent upon their greenness

they are telling stories to the soil

water arcs from a latex hose
repeating its ancient tale
of motion over and over
while the sun
swollen with itself

sings its one giant song
as long as it shall be
*

we are the gravel and muck of myths
vindicating our lives through repetition

words are stone cups
passed from lip to lip
spilling a bit yet growing with each passing

and I've heard your story before
when the night sky shifted minutely
the revolving pattern the puzzle
the endless rotation of lights

(I love you
I told you I loved you
kiss me and I'll tell you yet again)

as tides recede from sands
only to disclose new pools new stones
from the ocean's wide blind mind
*

yes I remember this one
how the story went how it began
and how it progressed like dust devils across the floor
but the meter escapes me
so please
please tell me again
from you your lips within your arms
with my head against your chest your heart thrumming the eternal chords

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