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BRAIDING GARLIC/Robert Gibb You planted it last year, late in the season When the garden's small dynasties were at an end-- Grub-colored garlic, each clove a sliver moon Slipped back into darkness--and no clue In your blood work that you'd never see the green Wands rising above their bed, the seed-casings Forming like turbans. They even waived the biopsy. This spring, to keep the plants from running to leaf, I bent the stalks back toward the ground Where the pale, segmented globes were rounding Into the "stinking rose" of the herbals, the heal-all That failed to, like everything else. What's left except to braid the freshly lifted bulbs Into garlands, add your ashes to their bed? Robert Gibb THE MISSOURI REVIEW
The Missouri Review – University of Missouri
Published: Jan 25, 2005
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