May Flowers Brought June Showers

gentle spring fingers lift

dirt and rock;

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verdant life for a

new year. (but I

fear they will

rot just the same,

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baby's breath so

soft! pressed to my

face I love you so,

I love you so)

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marigolds and peonies

it's not finished

(filthy, up to my elbows in the garden

green eyed darling I look for you still)

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hold me close! earth of mine

embrace these tired hands

go forth from my spirit (honey-

bees drinking; you are so

close I can

taste it)

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