one plants seeds in a greenish house
&clears space
for barn, wonders and lusts on time
with art's promise after giving
oneself a halfhour to peruse
library nooks
whose due date can be extended by umbilical redtape
of ordering instant fuzzy ducks,
incubating no sense
unless one sees all as a pipeline& all
as the ditch
needing to be dug
swale canyon, wash. 1999
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