I’ve been working on editing a lot of my poems recently, and I found this to be one of the most satisfying revisions I’ve done. You can read the original here, which I posted awhile back. Sometimes I find editing to be even more rewarding than new writing. The real thing is sometimes hiding in what we thought we were trying to say, and I enjoy finding that real thing.
Late Summer Garden
The garden gone unwatered in summer
was like the long ash unraveling
the unsmoked cigarette between my lips,
stiff until the tubers give way and crumble
at my slightest awareness.