Rocks in the GardenRocks in a garden, isolation, invocationRocks in a garden, sizes, shapes, colorsGray in intent, rocks in a garden, huddledYet sparse, mutually repelling, poke markedAged agents, crazed edges, sharp chirped tonesRocks in a garden where birds streak white talesBirds of all colors, shapes, sizes, rocking in a gardenWe age inside the house, far from the garden, glass coversWindows and curtains, pots and pans, cats and bowlsNot in the garden, no rocks up the inclined burdenRemote control, wifi, surround sound, creature comfyNo rocks but music, no garden but in salads, no in, no a.Tales of cats, curses, birds, fences, trees dreaming of answersI write for rocks moved in the garden, you, smiling off camera.
-- Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in English and also paints and sculpts. He is the current editor of The Literary Groong at https://groong.org/tlg/
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