To the Gardeners of La Finca de Sur Community Garden, Bronx, Whom I Observed From My Seat on the Metro-North Train By Amy Estersohn
Gardeners gather to pray over the earth The earth's magic unfolds
timing timing timing To plant a garden is to say fuck you in the kindest and politest way possible These urban gardeners know that their co-conspirators will shout and shake fists at the cars and trucks whizzing by on the Major Deegan The gardeners hold the secret of the ground, they show a glimpse of what the future might be if we let it in the communion of humans and plants, the ecstasy of the ecosystem For now, a project For later, a movement *
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