The Now Garden
I envision the low wall,
ivy-clad and mildewed
a stone relic of some-time'
beyond this moment.
The garden has not withered wild
but has slipped through the years
untouched by decay
or an over-running disarray,
but is as it ever was
before the dawn of this day.
Perhaps you also have imagined
this same green and floral oasis,
and there have composed
a reality within a poem?
In an hour or two, or perchance
a hundred years from now
we may peacefully great each other,
there,
in that ever present now.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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