Monday, April 7, 2014

The Back Tattoo

Suspended In The Garden

I noticed hand prints
beside the tat on your back,
darker markings on
the smooth lighter planes
I know so well, twenty years
of real touch and go.

I thought I might stray
at that but instead I dig
up tubers looking
for sign that all's well
and at least there is no mold
turning our food black.

The moist mounds of mulch
that once were mature plantings
I leave, signs for you.

‎April ‎3, ‎2014 4:53 PM
Modified to match the image April 7, 2014

In collaboration with Irene's poem Peonies

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