Patio
I stand, staring out
the French door windows,
admiring the new patio
I painstakingly built by hand.
Each brick, each tile
laid with precision.
Every potted plant
perfectly placed to
compliment the view
of the freshly pruned
hedges that round
the curtilage.
My wife would have
truly appreciated the
artistry and detail
Perhaps her spirit
still can...
from her earthen bed
beneath the tiles.
Copyright © David Irby | Year Posted 2015
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