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May 29
ABANDONNED GARDEN

There is a clatter of brightness
trembling trough the branches,
as pillars of light fill empty spaces
with fragrance. Rose bushes stand
deep in grass , cobwebs breathe
between in olive trees where
memory lingers in a feathered
breath of bird.

The earth is fragrant
with past seasons and what
was there before . Unknown
is everywhere but there is
no pace outside today.

The sun behind white clouds
smiles on blooming weeds
in their unhurried  spaces.
They let the wind of world
fly through not concerned
about arriving.

Uncertain as a poem,
the garden’s voice,
sometimes a sweet
twitter, sometimes
a whispered  echo,
each word spoken
spinning its own
meaning through
earth and silence.
Written by
Sara Brummer
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