I learned a hundred lessons
in the garden
deeper was the first

the least little root
of Jerusalem artichoke
carries a sturdy new
plant into April

like the vaguest hope for
a friend
buried, like a sliver of moon
in the heart in spring

there are hundreds of sunchokes
take more than you need
give them to people you’ve
never seen

look for me
in the garden, laughing
and crying at once.