The kitchen floor

now in leopard print-

wet dog

Turned down-

I'll just get on

with weeding

Silence-

the hand at his baret

trembling more and more

Together

weeding the path-

quieter and quieter

Not yet brave enough

to enter the water-

these young reeds

All of this

is already pure

unprocessed

The wind

raining in the reeds-

new moon