I got a cloud over me, that’s

probably over you where

shadows join us as one.

There’s a pardon in the shade,

a fellowship bound like the

roots below my feet.

An offering of words, full of

vegetation, planted in the garden

between our ears.

I remain strengthened that

summer follows spring and

vacations set the menu,

mapped in the sense of

a common drive within us all.


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