I divide the continent
of silver lamium
into small islands
one beside the early strawberries
one beside the ferns
one all alone in a tract
of readied dirt
&
then I venture into the backyard sea
of blooming lilies of the valley
its ragged shore
of rabbit-shorn laurel
holly and plum
I plow and dip
then plant the flag
of a young peach seedling
born of a squirrel horde
stake it against boots
and tillers
I vow to give it room
to see what it can do