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Three tankas on my garden

Over the last difficult year my garden has been a constant companion and a source of renewal and strength. Here are three tankas composed in thanks for my garden.

I

Freshly dug earth
Opens its arms for rain.
Here dreams were planted.
Yesterday, my flowers died.
Tomorrow, my ferns will grow.

II

Plants await planting
Atop a stone ledge beside
Prepared and dug ground.
The rain came freely last night
To fill my exhausted soul.

III


Light-filled, book-wrought cell
My sweet pandemic jailor
Turn your eyes outside
Where silver leaves shine in sun
And dogs bark away nothing.

By Jeff Rich

Jeff Rich writes poetry and many forms of prose - this blog, history, essays, fiction, briefings, even kind questioning tweets. His podcast - The Burning Archive - talks about all things history and culture from the unusual perspective of a very minor government official. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.

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