It’s strange

we let things grow in our garden

even things we don’t want

~

we have off course our rituals

to get what we don’t want out of sight

we pull it out, take poison or cut deep

knowing all along that some seeds

are still buried

deep within

the ground

 It seems that we all

work on our own fields

~

and though we plant

plow and mow at different times

~

it’s when you look up

to rest

~

that you can admire all the lines

colors and shades

working together

I turned around

when the rain started falling

~

when I was turned

I saw you

an expected surprise

~

your colorful dress

made no mistake

in telling me

what you wanted

~

and I will give you this summer

so you can grow

into

what I need