Friday, June 30, 2017

Two years

I always took delight in pulling the grapevines off the crab apple. Alas, no longer,

Two years
Since the grapevines
Were pulled off the crab apple
I thought I could
Pull them now
My beloved waited
For my call
As I sat
On the ground
Pulled me up
By my belt
Grass stains
On my knees
We laughed
Two years
From now
We’ll do it again.

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