Garden

There's a garden there,

with soft loamy soil

waiting for us.

It's a ways down the road,

after too many fights,

More love making than thought

humanly possible,

running into each other's arms

to hide,

making each other brave,

the two of us,

avoiding the world,

making strong,

facing the world,

Learning love,

beating the world.

After triumph,

and countless packs of

cigarettes,

and a myriad of potions,

there is a garden,

with soft soil,

and sunshine for our backs,

rain for our heads,

and a little wooden house,

silly cats

with ridiculous names,

gorgeous children...

or not...

And a plane ticket

waiting on the desk.

By candle light

it reads "______"

BH