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writesabit

The Gray Garden Gate

Everything has grown
over

a gray garden
gate

darkened with rain
falling

beneath the ruined
spruce.

Where they'd loved,
labored

warm hands folding
soil

stepped with spring mud

tugging, their shoes
spoiled.

Sun-grayed garden
gate

nevermore brings her
mate

what two hearts
sowed

has all grown
over.

Posted Mar 24, 2012, 9:50 PM UTC · edited

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