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tendering the garden

both florals and greenery,

water bearing, fertilizing

observing gentle

growth with fascination & love

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deadheading the spent blooms —

gray-bearded celosias,

desiccated calendula,

withered zinnias,

those faded sunflowers

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choppy haircuts & trims,

cheery encouragements to blossom

even bushier, fuller, more flowery

than ever before

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~ after Mary Oliver

i know it’s not easy

but try not to worry or fret

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exert yourself in the pursuit

of your own joyful passions

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remain open

to what is yet to come

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learn to embrace

this life you’ve been gifted

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when a cool summer day

feels like early autumn,

the dew point is manageable,

and there’s a tease of a breeze

under sunny, pale blue skies,

I’m that wide-eyed 10-year-old

staring up at waltzing clouds

conjuring up audacious adventures

and mysteries I alone might solve,

heedless of the world beyond,

and each of its stark realities

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a burgeoning stream runs down

the middle of the fairway

scattered twigs, leaves & branches

carpet the patio floor

promised blooms of cheery marigolds,

their flaccid stems

slouched over now in defeat

tumbled chairs, tangled chimes

the wet bulk of lush greenery

pervades the gloom of the storm’s fury,

its straight-line winds & heavy rain

and yet, there shines a glimmer

of recompense as light rims

the receding gallery of clouds

and we know that soon

sunshine will once more warm

the tops of our heads,

soft breezes will again delight