When you dig up a tree,
keep some soil around the roots,
wrap the taproot, the calm anchor, reach
horizontal through duff and toad dung,
damp mould. Things move so
I didn't even notice.
A tiger's ear flares in shade,
was that the water molecule's
elemental split? The sleight of hand
described on page twenty? No, not exactly,
you prop a shingle barrier up
to shelter a wind-torn cabbage sprout.
Strawberries edge the bed, an upside down
pot keeps rain from the post hole,
another adage proved: plant
at the new moon,
a stitch in time saves nine,
if you must leave, don't
go bare, take some dirt with you.
Volume CLXXXVI, Number 3
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