Tuesday, June 23, 1987

IN MARY BIANCHI'S GARDEN



That young man who
thinking he knew something of cycles
blamed poor old Mary Bianchi
for depleting the soil
instead of his own failure
to understand its needs.
She, who raised two generations
from that same soil
including members of my family
improved the soil each year
with chickenshit
to nourish the chard
which in turn was used
to feed the chickens
who laid strong eggs
like our bones.
She knew about cycles and patterns.
When her first husband died
of mushroom poisoning
she married his brother
and continued her work
in the garden.








IN MARY BIANCHI'S GARDEN, II


That young man who
thinking he knew something of cycles
blamed poor Mary Bianchi
for depleting the soil
instead of his own failure
to understand its needs.
She, who raised two generations
from that same soil
including our family
improved the soil each year
with manure
to nourish the chard
which in turn was used
to feed the chickens
who laid strong eggs
like our bones.
She knew about cycles and patterns.
When her first husband died
of mushroom poisoning
she married his brother
& carried on in the garden.

6/87   (possibly 6/23)? 


1993 We Are Not Swans, with Cecelia Woloch
1991 Poet Magazine, Fall issue
1990 Tight
1989 Sculpture Gardens Review
        Green Fuse
        Gulf Stream



I wrote my first draft during my CAC AIL residency at Napa State Hospital.

This typed draft is from Napa V Poetry conference, Aug. or Sept.









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