question mark
of sleeping body
where go the arms intheirownway
cursively struggling
as the tomato weighs itselfdown
and the cucumber plant
writhes coolly through chicken
wire laying leaf lyres
the garden seams to sleep
and inaudibly screams
not asparagus
nightmares
but (d)reams of
produce petrified
stonestill
calflocks
until
a suddenly dead oak tree
its medusahair branches
this sleep suddenly
leaves behind
its
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