in my sunshine garden where lone bees land
birds gossip in treebranches
elders are leaving their holy skin
i sit in the sunshine and dig the green
she cries /he is aged/breathing slow/low /deep
she cries /her love made relating easy
she prays for his parting and passaging
he does not believe in anything
he will be planted in earth as ashes soon
i sit in my garden and stare at the moon
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