the robin came down as he cleared the ground,
all red chest, pretty eyes.
we discussed the earth, rich now, without
the stones. we could grow potatoes as they
did here in the war. i have the photograph.
these are fortunate times, while have disliked
the tuber since the flu struck.
there has been a lot of it this year here.
we plan a pretty little greenhouse, all white
with embellishments, red geraniums.
the robin watched, i am told he will like mealworms.