Gardening - flipside B - Barbara LM Handley

Gardening

A I walked
along the river, I saw
a man with a
boy. They searched
the rocks for secret
riches. I found,
too, chunks
of wood, pebbles and old
bottles. The boy, his laugh dazzling
as bleached laundry, pried
his treasures from
the sand and washed them.

When he tumbled
into water, man snatched
him back.
That father, with hard fingers
and boot-toes, delivered his
son with touches that sprouted
into a garden of violet and
black roses.

1988

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