Not Planting

I’m not planting.
I’m weeding,
just around the edges
we share.

Let mother know
don’t worry,
say flooding hasn’t blocked
our way out.

You were out here in
yesterday’s rain.
I wanted it to be ready for you
to come to morrow.

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