The Garden

with Kate Larsen

To everything I planted,
fenced and watered, with a view
to gift or sell,
to all my fecund dreams and hopes
for growth.

For every friend who like
the folded notes of branches knew
when time was right
exact to wax resplendent,
when to hope.

To all the things I uttered,
wished that I had never said,
to every word that bloomed
too late
and I held bouqueted to my chest.

I must confess
this frame I wear
I feel you've overgrown,
I must relent
the things that I have sown.

Written with Kate Larsen