first draft

it is far too early
in the cycle of the year
for the night air to be filled
with the scent of jasmine

and yet is

the garden beds and boxes need
a healthy dose of water
every other day
when rain should be performing
the nature of our work

i am not ready
for the fullness of the orchard

the overcoats and sweaters
have just been stored
and the rugs still need to be rolled

it is far too early in the cycle of the year
for the sunny air to be filled
with the scent of basil
and yet it is

and i am unprepared
so unprepared

if the figs come early
they will go early

and the winter will be long

moon poem:

only the heart bleeds

only the eye
is eclipsed

Why I wanted to about who to where also to after so more people agreed that on are not about has where also not to has such on didn't people will speaks I not knows Courtesy not knows grateful didn't thought I of did on to once not about a a people to a a place and was defines Ah I and not hate he just didn't want to about just does all I didn't about of people are should hate I heartless did killed small's dry 

this is my found poem, a collaboration between bing translate and Yerri José Frankie Chespi

no it was not rape
but it was not love
do drunks remember
if one wore a glove

i went outside to look at mars
there arent many stars tonight so it was easy to find
blinking red and somersaulting like van goghs dream
i may need to have my head examined
or my eyes