waking from sleep
warm breath and smiles
a promise whispered
she pretends not to hear
presents a flank
for gentle stroking
birdsong burbling
in cool morning air
a day beckoning
beyond tea and toast
the garden needs work
tomatoes to stake
seedlings to plant
leaves to rake
our hands in dirt
a moment when I
will look across
loving/knowing
her hair will fall
across her face
as if reminding me
of timeless truths
everything born will die
this a garden's gift
of tough fragility
evaporating youth
© shaun patrick green 2013
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