The Garden
       

After the fall we struggled with mutability
                used our muscles poorly
Never remembered Adam's name for the first giraffe.

It was all a bestial blur. We got caught up, tied down
                in real estate.

Mine was the Eden Bay:
                a place in the row
                with new appliances high ceilings
                carpets wall to wall.

Had it been a garden certainly there must have been hydrangeas
                turning colors in the shade
Runners of clematis feeling a way along

Instead of the gravelled dust
                its groveling
Still falling to the zero landscape down

Taking inventory every minute of the day
                another naming of another animal
Its dull matriculation into fact.

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Copyright © 2013 Heather Winterer All rights reserved
from The Two Standards
Center for Literary Publishing
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission