I disinter roots & branches of
trees sawed & stumps ground last autumn
rotting at their slow pace.
Weeding is a constant path.
Between stones grow blanched stems,
under them, blanched roots with no stems.
I pitchfork weeds into toppling cones —
nutrient steam flecked with yellow flowers —
stack & restack pyres to stall growth.
By now I know each type of weed
including one I pardoned — its velvet leaf —
like as not, not what I wish for,
no more than sounds at my door at night,
not rain or wind, not possum or fox.What pitchfork might rout this dark?