Something there is
about a garden in process
of becoming.
Something there is
about an old shovel
and a pile of dirt.
Something there is
about new seedlings
waiting to be planted;
a winding path not quite
in line with the rest
of the world.
Something there is
about finding raw
overflowing edges
of life flowing easily
into something new.
Something there is
about a garden in process
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