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2013-03-20 08:32:34 UTC
(Compass Gardens 18/3/13)
Yesterday, it seems,
Flowers woke
From their beds
Listening to youngsters
Live for today.
But tomorrow,
Gathering darkness
On spades
Gardeners will twist, turn
Over the soil,
Scattering light on petals
Yet to be sown.
Then at half-term
Children return;
School uniforms discarded
Like unwanted skins,
Roots tapping their toes
Forgetting instantly,
In a flash of light,
This one brief moment
Turning and twisting,
Each to the sun, a day
Any garden, this garden,
Should always remember.