A terracotta plant is nowhere to be found.
The squirrels and birds conduct,
Even the branches breaking in this flirtatious rustle
A worm in the wet grass leisurely smokes a cigar
A dog eats a stick rather than retrieving it.
The vine wrapping the tree spirals,
A fence has been under construction
My landlord tells me, borders
Before long, everyone will covet
where a stone bench
Where a pile of gravel meditates,
Someday, if all goes as planned,