for Ingrid, Helen, and Kim
Through my window I saw the sun's rays shift
quickly behind my garden to the gate
door covered in mint and blackberries. I
ran to catch it. I ran past street signs named
insignificantly. I carried three
rosebuds each wrapped separately in gold
cloth. Roses the color of my red heart
opened for stories tempered with kindness.
In return I received a bouquet wrapped
in paper colored by changing seasons.
Gingerly I sprinted home with my herbs.
I sun dried the lemon thyme for tarts. I
sprinkled oregano on my pizza.
I rubbed lavender on my aging hands.
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