A tincture of time

and it’s all mulch.

Better that

than flows through rusty pipes,

than floods

on basement floors, on memory,

with all these years’ accumulation of muck.

Better that,

when all the processes of deterioration have done their worst,

a new sump-pump is anticipated, and shall take its place

in the innards of our existence,

a new sprout, (a fresh vegetable kind offeeling)

like green like happy like life,

will make its belated appearance

in the garden,

in the spring-time garden.