The burning
Saturday we burned the pile
of hard raked leaves along
with the limbs long while
laying about the cluttered throng.
It is good to burn the dross
to see the ground again in May
steel it for the eventual frost
reveal the paths of children’s play
Now rise the planted sprouts
now falls the jasmine from above
we count our costs and gather about
nurture the ones we long have loved.
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