Raina After Midnight
Raina, who lives next door
is always tending
her garden after midnight
sipping Milagro straight
from the bottle
Once I watched her
awhile from my window,
as she cut weeds and thumbed
her flowers sans glove, smile
unbroken
Curiosity came and I called
out, asking why she only
tended her garden late
She answered without looking up
that darkness was her thing
and wise ones never run
from true nature, or it'll
haunt you in your dreams
Then she went back
to her work-hum-sip
and that was that
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