Garden Jungle

For Marj

Nino Soria de Veyra

we plant next season’s blooms
we trim the hedges, mow the lawn
we hang the wind chimes
from the bamboo grove
we have clipped and pruned
and trained to plot
the rising full moon’s arc
across our sky
and then we sit under its arch
listening to the bells filling
spaces we have made our own
while beneath us weeds
break through the ground