People say green thumbs are rare Because they know not To coax growth from dirt Is to labour Watered with the eye’s diamonds Shone with topaz and citrine Fed with air To grow gold from the depths.

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…