Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Percolation of Our Beautiful Green Earth
Like MeeMaw’s aluminum
coffee pot
The earth percolates through
all the seasons
Of rain and drought and freeze,
of dust and mud
The ground we work gives
up its annual troves
The tiller’s tines turn up
old pocketknives
Old nails, old screws, old
bits of window glass
An unfired flash cube from
a party long ago
Gardening is also archaeology
I excavate from the
machine while sitting in the shade
Decades-old fence wire wrapped
around the blade
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!
