I Read Her Whispers
I'm trying
to work with
the internet so
if I get
sick I'll
just tell
you the bed
next to them
tell them
that you had
your garden
you had many
things and
yesterday
while I
worked
they
planted
the poetry of
your words
love
you won't
get sick
if you
take
care of
yourself
maybe
someday
we
can make
a garden bed
of our own
plant seeds
and eat
the harvest
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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