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"My Garden" (by Joe DiMino)
I sit in my garden—
Mine—not in an owning-sense—
More on a king’s parcel,
Feeling highly trusted
For attending—
Out from enclosure,
Opening as if flowering—
Flesh tenderizing
(A willing roast)
Yielding to absorption—
Sun’s free basting
Richly buttering me
As I go
About blessing....