for Pat
I could tell you my life
But you've got your own.
No need for duplication.
Today the computer opens
On a magnificent scene
From far far away: snow,
Icicles and an old shack.
How much of your life
Comes in a box? I stake
The tomato bush as I
Transplant it, getting
My hands dirty, a little
Piece of the world
Under each nail.
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