You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
There’s all the plays I never wrote
And all the parts I didn’t play
No screenplays either I must say...
What more of love may be said by this garden?
God’s love and yours have made this minor heaven.
Fingers in earth...
