Well, that's a bit cute Leaving there,
anybody getting sad again, are you?
"All Afternoon in A Strange New Cottage In Berkeley,"
"A Strange New Cottage In Berkeley."
All afternoon cutting bramble--
you know, I read--
let's keep going with that connection.
These were both written on the same day
as part of the same poem.
Yeah.
All afternoon cutting brambles blackberries off
a tottering brown fence under a low branch
with its rotten old apricots miscellaneous under the leaves,
fixing the drip in the intricate gut machinery of a new toilet;
found a good coffeepot in the vines by the porch,
rolled a big tire out of the scarlet bushes,
hid my marijuana; wet the flowers playing
the sunlit water each to each, returning
for godly extra drugs for the stringbeans and daisies;
three times walk around the grass and sighed absently--
my reward, when the garden fed me
its plums from the form of a small tree in the corner,
an angel thoughtful of my stomach,
and my dry and lovelorn tongue.