Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Constant Gardener


I run the gravel

path to sanctuary.

Consent tacit.

General diversion.


I have a mantle.

Garden wanderer.

The out is abdication.

The fringe over 

her shoulder.

For me here

ministration of lovers. 





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