• esseystern 10w

    Gardenwork

    I saw you in the black spots
    That the sun left in my eyes
    In the middle of the strawberry plot
    You were dancing

    You had wings as large
    As the old cherry tree, pillar of the garden
    And on your face was the smile
    Of a bee robbing a flower

    in truth you were made
    From grass weeds molded leaves
    In the dried out eyes and heat struck brain
    Of a worker on a humorless day

    And your gown fluttered
    In the slight wind and dissolved
    As I drunk from a bottle of lukewarm water
    With half -closed eyes like the orbs of a moon