Strange New Cottage in Berkeley

A Strange New Cottage in Berkely
All Afternoon cutting bramble blackberries off toterring brown fence
Under a low branch with its rotten old apricots miscellaneous under the leaves
Fixing the drip in the intricate gut machinery of a new toilet
Found a good coffeepot in the vines by the porch,
rolled by a big tire out of the scarlet bushes, hid my marijuana;
wet the flowers, playing the sunlit water each to each
Returning for godly extra drops for the stringbeans and daisies;
three times walked round the grass and sighed absently:
my reward, when the garden fed me its plums from the form of a small tree in the corner,
an angel thoughtful of my stomach, and my dry lovelorn tongue.