BEING THE DOMESTIC
in this house, I can tell you
some things you’d never discover.
Grunge in the fridge
isn’t something talked about.
The gardener takes
his cue from me
without a clue
to coding priorities.
The people who live here
live outside all summer long.
harvesting only contorted
sticks from a man who created
this tree in a laboratory.
Not a one sold in five years
should tell you enough.
His compost, all perfume.
Jim
7 June 2025
A post card poem for Jim Hanlen
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