To my fair gardener:
From the June 2024 Poetry Archives
I planted myself in your garden of life
But who nurtured my roots? Trimmed my branches?
Who added fertilizer? Sang to me each morning?
Was it you who repotted me and made me grower bigger and deeper and more in love?
Plants do not merely grow from a dream.
I placed my sacred self into your garden, but it’s spring now and my little seeds of possibility have…
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