I put seeds down in the cold,
hoping they'd do something.
It was
too late.
Like gestures they
only collected in the hollows;
they were an apology
after the fact of
Spring,
it's true,
and the
pillbugs were
eating them
after the next rain.
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It was only after light
faded
and the leaves,
the
things that fed,
withered in shade
that I could see you
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Soon after the artichoke
died
the leaf stalks were full
of
earwigs.
They had been waiting for it to die and
having carved themselves out a
hole in the dead tissue
they were
fedand they were safe
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For two months the
sunflowers made a
safe placeThe things they shaded
are gone now.
Not knowing what else to do
they piled over the sunflowers' corpses
but the sun was still too much