We nurture what we love
still the leaves can drop
decline begins its withering
life seems to run away from us
dragging the cherished ones
into its wilderness
Stop! I cried!
At my side the hands that still
intransigence
touch me like desert thorns
After putting used plates in the dishwasher
lining up forks and spoons in the washing tray
combing tufts from the dog
speaking of why a screen door is needed
After watering every leaf in the garden
I ran to find the new leaves of summer
grape vines climbing the trellis
borage seeding itself
jasmine, gardenia, wisteria, begonia
This euphorbia had dropped its leaves
not one by one
but rashly after one day on the shady porch
it shrugged them off as if in a fever
declaring itself over the changes
we brought it to the other shade
now it thrives
There is not a solution for everything
I try to accept that
bitter biting taste
is it in penance or communion
is there a difference?
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