soil talk

turn me now, it is not yet winter 
& there are still grasshopper songs 
to be eaten with a fork. the river you gave me
is dull now & i want another one. i need love
in handfuls & pitfalls. plummets & heaps.
i do not want love in tomorrows & someday-we-wills. 
give me the garden. the tomatoes & the tubers.
thrust your fingers into everything soft.
i do not want to be alone as the rain comes
to make promises of every bean that will come
& necklace me. i burry the trumpet. you could kiss 
every single leaf. shovel. trowel. spoon.

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