Garden

It is green on the ground the wall is green and the bare rooftop is putting on slowly, slowly the new green garment a green with tassels small shining tassels. Above, the hearth of the moon burns and all around it the stars sit the wind plays that reed pipe the new garment dances softly and the reflection of the flame in the delicate tassels a rain of shooting stars pours into the black-eyed skies. It is green on the ground the wall is green the ivy has not fit within the garden’s trellis the ivy has not fit within the gardener’s trellis slowly slowly the rooftop is green...