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Garden Wireless

Garden Wireless

HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?

What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles,

Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman’s mouth of passion kisses, a nun’s mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem?

Who hurled this bomb of red caresses?-nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days:
Love me before I die;
Love me-love me now.


Poem Garden Wireless - Carl Sandburg