She rake smooth again her orchard
yard. Weed must go: clover and bluebells.
Here, in rows in flowerbeds, gazanias, dendrobium
orchids. Chrysanthemums. Acacias
and lobelas, whose blue petals
form a crown over the earth,
which is tended, which she
now waters, carefully,
deliberately, hunching on her heels.
Now she rise; now she stamp
the earth as if the raking
depends on it.
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