I will plant you twice over although I put it off each morning
thinking to wait that one day longer this pressure-cooker
knowledge urging plant them round with Sage
before the cutworms
turn to tiny
white-winged moths
before the sun grows more brazen in the day
before
the ground becomes warm enough to sit on bare-bummed
and everything sucks green vampires with wild upside-down
heads of fine white thready hair submerged in that loam
going for it like diners at the all-you-can-eat buffet if you
don’t move them thin the cabbage
the broccoli the cauli
no fish poo will save you from the job you left undone
i have about 4 packets of bulbs that I should have planted out 2 months ago reproaching me sad faced from behind the closed cupboard I hide them in. I see them behind my eyelids
ReplyDeleteVenessa if that isn't the start of a poem I don't know what is. Write it JUST LIKE THAT.
Deletebut let's not underestimate that fish poo
ReplyDeleteor any poo for that matter.
Deletebring on the composting dunny!
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