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Friday, April 1, 2022

Her Garden

I permit her piece of land go.

How tin I watch the hummingbird

Hover to sip

With its beak's tip

The purple bee balm—whirring while we heard

It years ago?

The weeds rise position with every one other accompanied by thick

Where annuals grew with every one other accompanied by burdock grows,

Where standing she

At on one occasion could see

The peony, the lily, with every one other accompanied by the rose

Rise over brick

She'd laid inside patterns. Moss

Turns the bricks green, softening them

By the gray rocks

Where hollyhocks

That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,

Blossom accompanied by loss.

#Living #Death #Sorrow & Grieving #Love #Heartache & Loss

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