Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Freud. Ferns. Fences.

Whatever it is
that is keeping you from me
the place you were three years ago 
that never hurt but ached 
and made life intolerable but
manageable 
that grew green things
that sometimes died
but mostly lived and grew and spilled
and wanted to be outside
or just watered intermittently.

Whatever it is
just
come back to me