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| Me - 2 yrs old chronologically |
Hey Annabelle,
I found the magic you were missing!
It crossed my desk
as an afterthought I grasped
like a kite tail.
And here we are my sweet
on nothing more than a patch of the world...
never a place you would imagine, but
here, redwood giants
aging like the old bones of women
creaking against
bees that hover
absent from their purpose,
just looking at us Annabelle!
No sting in sight!
The garden is a start-up
but the tomatoes have had sex
and the babies are on their way,
my mouth wide and watering
for them, pestering my apron.
You'd be happy here, my love
if only you could
cross over
all that shit.
