Avant-Gardening on My Weeping Knees by Sidney Wade
tending to the green
immargination of the plot
I tidy up the loose ends of my lines
while all about me twine
the scrollwork and fretwork
of intelligent and perverse design
wing-stroke and piston-stroke
play heartburn music
on the underside of sense
while I pursue
the noble and miserable hounds
of vernacular economics
turning over spadefuls of apparent earth
my fat and vocable wealth
the soil here is the soul
of intelligence
a miracle of steadfastness
in the windy mess
that splatters the whole as I range widely
and with complicated passion
in the dirty possibilities
of the fascinated ground
