Far from any garden I made one by placing the telephone
dialled to the talking clock in the centre of the carpet
scraping dry mud from my boots for seeds
before gates open to a public who stole breakfast
from a canvas gardeners make another perfect spring
tall table lamp sun waters backs of my hands
when the knock on the door finally came grass grew
out of my broken rib fox lay on the newly dug bed
when I dug fox dug I talk to myself
motive could be trained to cover an unsightly garage
what pleasure a pleasure garden offers this pleasure
colours reveal or hide is the lack
of significant water features a sign of no pleasure
in collaboration with ever changing light
pleasure a pleasurable part of any garden
water daily with my song