I invited a gardener, before the certainty
of gardens. Before summer was uncertain of sums
the drum inside these mortal caverns
follow his footpaths behind, that defined
what my shadow first knew, my shadow saw him
before I did. Stared at his boyfull gait
before I turned to forever. Looked up
to kiss and smile at the changing blue
of his eyes as encompassing as the sky.
We were children, we were and the city our
playground, its blood we donned at different times
to match the unimagined hurt that does not know
its color. How the heart cups the excesses
of circumstance, falls like tears, spilled to fill
the void between laughters. What bed he made
that bloomed the night to seep to stars
that sighs to keep the time bottled in the days
he kept. And flowers, I invited the gardener
and knew before the certainty
that I had kept a garden.

01/20/2013

Author's Note: NW 6/2/2010

Posted on 01/20/2013
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