The Garden of Eden

June 4, 2010

Today when the ground was no longer...

Today when the ground was no longer

too wet to work and the world was all lilac

perfume, I pulled my scuffle hoe hard

through the clay’s crust and heard

the blade scrape metal and earth.

I believed the sound came from nothing

more than a buried beer can tab

I dropped while foraging through

lettuce and sugar peas last spring.

But what surfaced from the fresh manure

was my lost wedding band, buried for years

in earth that nurtures Love-Lies-Bleeding,

a ring from a thirty-year marriage, rescued

from the filth of paradise, hosed off, shining,

my cracked fingernails caked with dirt.