In This Garden

knot natures fingerprint

indelible  in oak,

next to hinge

human bracket

attaching forms together

so they opened,

upon the garden,

a garden that was

a need to her,

amongst earth and plants

removing weeds,

she worked

perspiration moistened brow

alone now and happy,

a wry smile edged the corner

of her mouth,

remembering that other garden

of medicinal herbs,

that she grew as a hobby,

her husband could not understand,

till he encountered

the lethal deadly nightshade,

regrets where few.

 

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