Urban Physic Garden



July 7th, 2011 · 1 Comment · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project


what time is it mister plumed
ripe by dispersal into
many was the hour
but one the day

it is summer o’clock and the
living are easily ingrown
velocities of emerald
who fluff

their lines all jagged in the green
with gargoyle
jaws a leaf along
each trickledown ecology

stalks purplish verticals as good
as gold can sway amock
when burnishes askew
this nouning earth

holds bitterly corona forth
corollary to what time does
forever go
to war against the now

with worth such everywhere an age
with seed so mote
and myriad it be
the dandelion’s shares

in omnipresence p.l.c.
matt martin
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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