XXXVIII

Gardener, dreamer
You are not yet a master & you work with the sun
Planning in time & nurturing this earth

We watch you, all who live here
We see your back bend & your brow glisten & we are thankful

Thankful that you water & wait & prune & grow
This landscape as none other would

You, gardener, are love & light

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XXXVIII

II

Inhale: grief. Exhale: gratitude.

Like ink in my blood, it travels my veins to the darkest of places & settles in.

No longer a guest, it moves freely.
Lingering.
No plans to leave.

“Stay as long as you like,” I whisper.
Your warmth is welcome here.

II