there were no chives, so we hunted for ferns.
they are everywhere here, we wanted something
in particular, me with my green trowel, gardening
apron.
she was coming up the lane, head down,
i waited. a steep slope.
on looking up she smiled, and chatted a while.
did you know him? she asked, told me he had
died suddenly.
she went on her way, she has moved house
you know.
we went on looking for a fern, and
found one.
sbm
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
there were no chives, so we hunted for ferns.
they are everywhere here, we wanted something
in particular, me with my green trowel, gardening
apron.
she was coming up the lane, head down,
i waited. a steep slope.
on looking up she smiled, and chatted a while.
did you know him? she asked, told me he had
died suddenly.
she went on her way, she has moved house
you know.
we went on looking for a fern, and
found one.
sbm
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