Subject: In the Still of the Night
From: theroot@ix.netcom.com (david kline) 
Date: 1995/10/21
newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

    
          GARLIC WINE


Garlic stewed is more gently strewed,
And more quietly, too,
Though it loses some flavor.
But soft!
Let us carefully tread where orchids fear to go.

When suddenly the Canine Unit appears and parks in front of our house.
Late October, almost time to use our fireplace,
But there's all this barking out on the street.
Leaves have just begun to fall.
Now with the dogs comes the police radio,
Blaring intimidation interspersed with squelches of silence.
I think:  legalize marijuana!
The shadows of the street lamp prance to and fro.

Four squad cars have surrounded my gardening truck.
I feel so safe.
Everything's fine.
Let's have a glass of wine.


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       The Gardener
                 theroot@ix.netcom.com                                                                        
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