Today’s Poem

Garden

There has been a garden
here before. This mossy
place, a palace for shoeless
mothers stepping out of one
overgrowth into another.
Stories come from the rabbit
talking run, chew, thump.
Mother knew what to whisper
into the elephants ear.
Alien in her own region,
here, she taught the roaches,
mealworms, and moths the song
of fishbone plunk. The bulldozer
taught us all supernova.

-Jason Braun