The teens were smoking pot
Drawing mushrooms in chalk
in my 500-year garden.
I need to move closer to them
in my 500-year garden.
The tour began amidst tangled torn earth.
Drain pipes and crushed rock--- the view from here.

This is the side yard of my
500-year garden.

This is where your teens smoke pot
in my 500-year garden.

Aah the smell of fine leather and a drive
to become more acquainted.

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Water water water ingesting the soil flowing and damping the bullfrogs leaves silted dark in decay.
Cairn plantings humorous and radiant
mark the earth earth earth.
Soil dirt bog rock moss standing looking hearing earth sounds watering my ears. Water water water ingesting the soil flowing and damping the bullfrogs leaves silted dark in decay.
Radiant ladder to anywhere. dirt bog rock moss standing looking hearing earth earth sounds watering my ears.

**********************A return to the house of thirsty teens
I sit changing my moist toddlers diaper in the back of the station wagon.


Down the driveway they come
There are three of them, those thirsty teens,
their roots dangling, wiggling as they walk all torn from the ground.
I say to them.
“Wow I saw the 500-year garden it was beautiful.
So, that’s where you smoke doobies?”


The parched teens eyes sprung



The male teen began to wave his dry roots saying
“Yeah man we smoke doobies this big”
making some Cheech and Chong type gesture. I caught them off guard.


“Its beautiful I said, can you imagine a plan for 500 years.”
“But he will be dead.” The dyed black haired girl said.

“I’ve seen it,” the boy teen said.
The thirsty teen pretending -- kept pointing his floppy dry root finger with command saying
“Here is where you meditate.”
It was funny.
The thirsty boy spoke in a funny way – pointing his unearthed dusty root finger in proclamation of nescssary meditation –pointing dry root in proclamation of necessary meditation and
“Here is where we meditate.”
“Here is where we meditate.”
The thirsty teen said five times.

He was funny
the girls tried not to let him know they thought he was funny.

He had pretended this pointing before.

Teens always have been and always will be, torn from the ground looking for a place of independence. They don’t see the cost and courage it takes to be free. For these lucky teens this 500-year garden will become a more wonderful memory than the unearthed moments of now.

E.A.P 2008

02/15/2011