Today,
After
Some
Delay,
I put
Fragile
Flower
Seeds
Beneath
Raked
Soil,
After
A
Lengthy
Toil
To
Clear
The
Desert
Stones
Imported
By
The
Wind,
That
Descend
In
Winter
And
Somehow
Splinter
Into
Gravel
As
They
Travel.
I say
My
Sower’s
Prayer
That
They
Will
Pardon
This
Rocky
Earth
And
Bloom,
To
Bring
The
Garden
Into
My
Empty
Room.