while making space for tomatoes

A Listerine bottle circa 1932,
some bent square head nails, rust—hinged
penknife, lumber etched with runes,

Or what rotted into runes. Some
appealing green flakes of glass sharp
as flint and a small circle of stones.

The broken bowl of an oxhead
meerschaum and the iron mouth
of a brick cistern crumbling in. Grubs.

And there, where the shadow
of the peak of a single gable lay, boxes
and the bones of several beloved dogs.

Image: Tom Hermans on Unsplash

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