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This is elation,
my petals at your feet,
your earth between my toes.
I pass through your rows,
kneel, reverent,
finger the moist earth.
The source of life is hidden here. . .
Succulents sprout,
grow, larger than
one would imagine possible.
I touch them,
soft, strong, powerful.
Blooms burst, color swirls,
explosion after the rain.
Dew drops glisten like diamonds
adorning your neck
I inhale your scent,
wildflower and honey.
In the place of planting
breaths are hushed and hurried.
Birds orbit us, sing, admire our beauty.
We move together
like stalks, bending and straightening
before the night wind.
I linger inside your garden
as long as I dare, until exhausted,
your petals fall at my feet.
