This is where we kept the breaks
This is where the walnuts stood
This is where we found the stand
This is where
This is where
This is where
This is where the garden was
Jutting out from space
In the middle
On the top
This is where the misplaced lingered
This is where the frantic stopped
This is where you asked a question
This is where
This is which
This is why we left the garden
This is where the garden was
Five men standing
In a circle
One thing laying
In the middle
All around a corner’s eye
Catch the breeze
Cock your ear
Try to hear
Try to hear
This is what the men were doing
This is what we boarded up
This is burgundy temptation
This is where
This is how
This is when we made a run for it
And where the garden was
This is practicing for Sunday
This is teacups on the lawn
This is ferocious inactivity
And dueling steps at dawn
This is where the living fall apart
And where the luscious thrive
This is where
We get our bearings
This is where
This is where nothing survives
Funny hats on tender women
Fingernails on the luck
Navy dresses
Nickel pit stops
Girl detectives
Coy and crazy
In the patter
There’s a slipshod
Creaking open
Asking nice
All’s forgiven
Caustic laughter
This is where
The garden was
On the evening
Of the entry
There was no one
In the house
Just the garden
Just the outside
Just the friendly
Just the men
Here’s a name for those who strangle
Here’s a poultice for their wounds
Call the pastor
Get his blessing
Don’t forget
He died last week
This is where we spend our summer
And our winter
And our fall
This is devastating intrigue
Better off
Better all
Here’s the blooming navigation
Here’s a trick
But for the blind
This is where I learned
My alphabet
And where I found
The time
Haunted meadows
In the distance
Much too far
For us to run
This is paltry
Never noticing
The flowers
Or the sun
We could never
Walk back anyway
So we stayed
Because, because…
This is where
We knew each other
And this is where
The garden was
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