Turns out when you are gone
the thing you cling to most
beyond those precious moments 
when you pass your house 
and see the lights are on
 - meaning the one you love 
is home and safe -
is the little garden.

Not because it matters but 
because you devoted time  
to grow its straggly flowers
and they brought you joy. 
What will they mean 
when you are a tenant 
in the poorest dwelling 
with strangers and no return

the canna lily and spider 
the size of a penny 
lodged in its thick folds:
now you have left, you understand.

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