When I Saw Marguerite Gardening
— David Kobrin —
When I saw Marguerite gardening
bent on the walk
weeds that colonize, pulled
that explode with seed,
pulled
hands busy (while she talked)
placing miniatures
patting down moss;
Marguerite in the shadow of the sun
content with her vision.
Her handiwork, three years hence
pleased with itself
sure in its outcome
the finished piece
like moss on moved rock
natural
her homily.
And the author–
unseen,
returned to herself.
