Poetry, I'm having a break from gardening posts, but not for long so be warned.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
About a Cockroach
A cockroach is climbing up the wall
into the kitchen after a night of thunder.
You call me in to see and I explain
that it would be sad to leave it there:
it might fall into the soup;
We must take care
that no-one eats it.
You pick it up in a handi towel
and carry it outside,
to hide it in the wood pile.
I see then that a kind of faith
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