Love Garden


The tan on your arms,
the width of your shoulders,
the strength of your back,
are very distracting..

I stop
and stare,
daring to be caught.
But you, intent on your work,
don't notice!
And that pleases me more.

We turn the earth,
repairing,
creating something new.
It is more than just fruit!
It is more than just food!
With patience, we let it grow.

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