with Digging in the garden after dark (written - it just so happens - for the late and much loved Seamus Heaney)
by Pat White
this morning the blade bites cleanthrough soil turning up, on the way
worms, spiders and a surfeit of others
at work in the everlasting dark
the news is it is your turn to spend
some time with them, nothing is ended
changing places perhaps, . . .
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