A GARDEN IN THE EVENING
Things are happening here and I am the only
one who knows
I shall name them and also say why
there's an old garden seat standing under the apple-tree
there's an old football lying in the grass
there are old sounds coming out of the house
there is an old light in the sky
this is happening here: a garden in the evening
and what you don't hear and don't see- the places
where we dug holes
and filled them up again, weeping
I teel you this because I do not want to be alone
before I am
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