uma semente irá ensinar-lhe a ver
a seed will teach you about seeing
Garden one
1
I planted black spruce seedlings, found in lonely places, into small patches.
They've managed, these young trees, to live in peace, sustain themselves, each other.
Yet cooperative systems decline.
What is it to be resolute even in your end?
These trees teach me distances, the distillation of desire, multiple finalities.
2
Gather up the vines.
Dance to death.
3
Spent flowers
A broken lid of stars
drop around us on the way home
They cannot stay forever in the sky.
When we die it will be like this, I say.
4
I saw a peony of glass,
pollinated by flames.
5
In Japan, the humble mallow is hallowed.
6
Swim in in an old river, shower, rest.
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Garden two
1
fertile centers
on the edges of iron, stone, light
might outlast us.
In Barra, a kiln, a peat clamp
where coils of clay
from children's play
stay buried near their graves.
Still seeding, these salty grasses,
a girl's greening pets.
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Garden Three
I reckon occupation
is recyclable.
woman on their right side
men on their left
our terminal bruxism,
a barrage of teeth and bone
that will make soil and stone.
Or, if you want, place us back into the sea.
We seed flowers there too.
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"remembering who we are
then beyond into forgetting
into infinite evocative nothing"
- archeologist on Barra
from a viewed video, 10 Jan 2023
machair (mack car) fertility, and shelter
