I think of Gardens,
Birdhouses,
Going to Church.
Your Gentle Way.

Showing me artichokes behind
the garage; grapes in a vine
up the wall (and)

nodding there, the little
glass of wine on your lap (never spilled)
Did you doze off? Well…

You made soup.

—John Porcellino (source: Map of My Heart)

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