The garden has bloomed,
Deliberate stone
Gardner’s tossed into space,
And the stark magnolias
Of light
Are one or two lion’s heads
Bursting like fire
Over the city’s edge.
From here there is nothing
But burning,
Soft radiance in which
The day dissolves.
To love all of this,
Is the work I most desire,
The hardest currency
Allotted and paid.

For both the great
And trivial laborers
This mystery daily sings.

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