Amid semi-tilled garden plots, rectangles of possibility, however mute, hard, weedy and dried out, seeded with stones, spreading across twenty acres of land, there
Gopher lives in ugly ground once broken for garden now abandoned between fence and shed. One puff- and-blow day I stop to watch him
Some days, I feel myself hardening. Consider the way branches weigh themselves heavy with fruit before breaking so nearly evenly. In the hospital, I