You said "A garden"
And I said "I want that, too"
In my vision: bougainvillea
Sakura and walnut trees --
Phytophilic escape plans.
I admire your hands in the dirt.
When you are dead
and I mean really dead
I will know where to lay you.
I will know to leave
Offerings to the maples
That mothered your dreams.
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