through this garden walked
many times, I have,
years ago, dance and sing
playing along the edge,
wishful thinking
changed attitudes and
gave us contemplations
far from over were we
oftentimes overlooked
save the ones who care,
when time listened to our
articulations, responding
as if it were yesterday,
wet behind the ears,
for many years we were,
not knowing up from down
or back from front or
any version in between...
yet, the garden flourished
all the same - not so much
wiser than experienced,
not always flattered
by our wealth or lack as
much as we were from
the walk itself and all
the various flowers seen.
December 5, 2025
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