The clarity of knowing how to canoe
The confidence of having directly sowed the lettuce seed
Tomatoes happily growing
Downy wood mint coming into bloom
Avoiding the hitch that hooks me to his star
Remember when I planted swamp milkweed in the dry dark?
Oh remember that ghastly comment made from ignorance
Remember how you got stitched into his sweater and nearly lost your mind on the office floor
Now the winterberry sets itself to thriving
Now you align the green hull with the bobbing dock, perfectly and on the first try
You stand in your garden in socks and sandals and harvest a bowl full of strawberries
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