<>for Sally<>
the heavens that guard your garden voyages,
the moonlight that illuminates the foliage,
your global family, and your recipes, are all in on it
rotating guardianship of souls that need overseeing,
for we don’t need, we desire,
that the world be fulsome
your
presence
is
our present
to ourselves,
fulsome and rich,
making our gardens more verdant
then again,
perhaps you are correct,
we do not need all our eyes upon you
but selfishness sometimes, is a fine thing...
every message you send is a poem-to-be-written
