unpested and greenly glossed,
so your mind-brain can play
among the alphabets detailed, indented, and teeny
among the pix of large-scaled, scented, and rare
plantings from Jefferson’s old Virginia.
Just where is the index divulging
the subcategories of Day:
Cloud
Rain
Sun?
Or
the hierarchies of Chore:
Raking
Planting
Weeding?
And just when your body-brain is needing
its gathering-baskets
full of new peas tossed
in day after day till your bent arse gets
stiff as a chair
from the harvest of bulging
pods in your clutch,
your mailbox is tipped like a sun-
flower head, packed with too much.
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