Bury Them in the Yard

a Saturday morning poem.

Bauerngarten; Gustav Klimt, 1907.

take your ideas,

all of them

—don't be precious

and let them die.

let them go;

let them fester;

let them sleep...

in the ground.

tuck them in

and

say good-night

and,

for now—

wait and see,

what comes up

next Spring.

you never know

what is waiting;

what is needed;

what is hidden;

in all that

good, silly

dirt.