Broad is the land

stretched between protective banks

rows of porches

Southern streets

locust trees

catalpa trees

bended knees

the gardeners prays for their country.

All of them do.

Rows of gardeners

pop up across thick meadows

pushing plows and lawn mowers.

Some kill weeds.

Most pour sparse water o're the dirt.

Humanity is a garden of gardeners.

Sometimes for money.

More often to feel the playful quality.

People gardening

with little terriers digging parallel holes.

Every few moments the pause for breath.

The Earth can lie fallow for long stretches.

So much need for rain.

So much rain.

We all live in the most beautiful spot

from Timbuktu to Kabul to Helsinki to Bristol.