Monday Poem

Eye to Spirit

every year I’m given the gift of her garden
which she sweats over and in

which is all color, lush, side by side
soil to buds, roots to blossoms

edge to edge
eye to spirit

beginning
to end
.
Jim Culleny
7/17/19

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