"The Garden."
The garden admires you.
For your sake, it smears itself with green pigment,
the ecstatic reds of the roses, so that you will
come to it with your lovers.
And the willows, see how it has shaped
these green tents of silence.
Yet, there is still something you need, your body so soft, so
alive, among the stone animals.
Admit that it is terrible to be like them, beyond harm.