snapgarden
the camera is impeccably placed,
pillars bookend the frame.
he leans on his spade
stuck in the ground, perfectly erect -
scissors dangle by her
fingers, mouth open, jaws showing,
unruffled in the air
& their she-plant in between
perfectly still, dewdrops dropped so
that it is star-studded,
leaves at a constant angle with each
other, veins rectified, stem fair brown,
roots hold earth soft spokenly, no
tendril is curlier than the other.
b r o t h e r w i n d
will bring the frost, you'll have to
shiver yourself -
let the drops fall where they will,
leaves elope come autumn
& tendrils thrust through pillars
until they no longer confine the
frame.
~Ajay
17/8/19
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