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

No

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.