Composition

for Nicole Ringgold @YardFood, Twisp

The silversmith smiths
    at her overworked bench,
        an open secret behind garden shop walls.

Three pear and verbena
    guard this magical space
        where she perfects her demi-metal urges

as tarnished, burnished hands
    weave wire and soldered sheet
        into brightly riveting textured artistry;

botanic warp and weft
    inspire her crafter’s eye
        while soil outside beds down, buried in snow.

Sterling all, smiths and poets
    de-compose soon enough:
        yard food, yes—yet silver-tongued, immortal!

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