Planting the hyacinth bean vines today
in compost it took us all season to make
from the insistent decay of daily lives rich
in unread newspapers, orange rinds,
eggshells, the cores of apples,
compliant twigs, fallen leaves,
one of us might have thought to say:
“Once, we had ample time
to neglect a garden.”
Author’s Note: (First published in Memoir (and)).
Kenneth Salzmann is a writer and poet who lives in Woodstock, NY, and Ajijic, Mexico. His poetry has appeared in Riverine: An Anthology of Hudson Valley Writers, Beloved on the Earth: 150 Poems of Grief and Gratitude, Rattle, The New Verse News, The Comstock Review, and elsewhere.