In the corner of the yard where the leaning red stained fence, <br />Converged with the chain link line <br />Where a lone fig and a singular prickly pear struggled, <br />To convince that caliche ground <br />Under the quartered shade of that undesirable orange tree, <br />Fret those ragged berries veiling their unripe offspring <br />No symmetry, no orchestration <br />Here in Mary’s garden <br />Only contemplations <br />Through the careless steps of children <br />As they rambled on their knees <br />Garbage cans strewn on the tentacled runners <br />Reducing the illusory harvest by three <br />With the blast of the summer bearing down <br />On the wither they expose <br />No daily routine, no constant attention <br />Here with Mary <br /> There’s hardly a mention <br />On mounds of disparage <br />Their roots shoot through rocks and clay <br />A willingness to strive in such complications, <br />Sleeve their leaves of everday <br />In the sight of a spigot <br />Where the answers trickle free <br />No touch, no tender <br /> Mary just recedes <br />Whatever her reasons <br />Be it time, desire or purpose <br />Mary’s garden hailed from the edge <br />Never a topic or reason to engage, <br />Only a curious arrangement <br />The wonder of her inclination is all that remains, <br />In the mind of one sowed <br />Straining to regain<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lesson-for-mary/
