[YOU — FERNS]
You—ferns under the window
ferns under the pine,
I planted the pines, then you,
and put in a window,
my great work of silence and shade.
And now you don’t need me to sit here,
need no one to keep your secret
under a blazing sky.
How you unfold your hands
as after prayer
more and more hands
opening, perfect
unreadable scrolls.
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