"The garden you plant and I plant
is tunneled through by voles,
the vowels
we speak aren’t vows,
but there’s something
holding me here, for now,
like your eyes, which I suppose
are brown, after all.’"
"You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life" by Rebecca Hazelton
Lovely work Rick, Thank you very much for visiting my page and following me as well. Following in return and looking forward to seeing more of your beautiful work.