I imagine myself a builder of rich

earthy landscape memorials

While raking leaves in the garden this day.


Sprayed with a million tears, my garden

offers a safe place

Where I tend to stories,

memories, pictures,



Woven somewhere inside of me.


I keep returning home, at times


To unexpected anger and then some new glory

behind it all, traveling through wishes

to every dearly remembered moment,


This legacy of you.