the garden in the vine...

In the garden--
the vine rises twining
it rises out
and into spirals
and rises growing down.
It throws out a blossom
an off-handed peal
and between the shrinking petals,
the fruit grows taut
-- it falls,
who knows what happens to it?
--in the garden in the vine
the streams flow steady
and the leaves rustle--
the vine rises out,
and rises in spirals
and rises growing down.