A spade and a Rake

A spade and a rake

and a bottle full of warm tea

the ducks are busy, looking for slug eggs

the spinach can be cut

the pea-pods are rounding

the turnips seem to germinate fine

and the pumpkins grow flower-buds

June morning, woodpecker and peppermint

a deep-breath view from a garden to a sky

and a large bird reflects in sunlight

Contrail some call it's vanishing tail

I slip into it's body

and suddenly sit, knees under a tight table

and there comes my meal:

plastic cutlery wrapped in plastic

a plastic-like roll in a plastic balloon

some kind of butter and jam in tiny cups

and dessert in some transparent container

a trolley rocks closer

and soon the smiling stewardess will ask me

the timeless lipstick questions

that echo a thousandfold through these skies

now, and now:

Coke, sprite, red wine...?

Beef or Chicken...

Beef or Chicken...sir....?

The bees are busy today, vibrant, I wonder if they swarm

the lambs develop wonderful

and I guess that reddish speckled hen started breeding

Fennel and Celery need some compost now

Think I give the asparagus another year of rest

to find his soul on this piece of land

just like me