December 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

when the mellowing
of seasons
placed on my step
conversations we had

I thought to
weave a fence of
living lattice
along the gardens edge

some place to lean
a shovel
or hang a shirt
as I tend to your favorite

behind that green partition
you should have been
here to see

I set rows
drive poles into earth
spread straw
around mounds

a box made for
containing calm
a temple to nurture
that little thing
of you
left in me

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead


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