the wet earth is tinctured black
by chimney-sweep soot
charging the soil with
dark roast coffee grits,
~
stark against the fragile
green bean leaves where
wafts of sleeper tar, smoke
and aged red wine draw up
~
the watercan clatters
against slim buttressed canes,
a tinny raucous percussion
the clank of ghostly chains
~
there’s serenity here
a oneness, man and soil
a shared elemental eucharist
unheard prayers are offered.
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© Graham Sherwood 06/2020
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