Pants

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,

reminders

 

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.