The Garden
At the far, far end
of the gravelled path I placed
a shrine on the rim
of the gulf between
you and me, in the garden
I planted for you.
You remember it
I know, the gated roses
overhead as you
enter and the paths
that wind among the plantings,
the wash of fresh air.
February 15, 2009 9:24 AM
First Posted September 29, 2009
Last line changed April 3, 2012
images added April 3, 2012
I specially like this one.
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both gardens are thick with beckoning. image and word intertwined.
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