The End of the Affair
By Silver Spun Sand
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I spent all afternoon
amongst the ‘living things’...
planting bulbs – gladioli
lilies, anemones.
A drought in these parts,
so they tell us...
means nemesia, marigolds,
and aquilegia are out;
thirsty creatures that they are.
A tiny strip of land
by our dwarf, brick
garden wall – watching
cars come and go
on various school runs...
marvelling at the kite
circling overhead...
watching thunderclouds
build...praying for rain
that came
just as the last one
was safe beneath the earth
dry as tobacco dust
and then it poured
heavens hard.
Going back inside
I gather sheets from
the line – burying my face;
they smell of wind
and of rain, and us...still,
even after all
this time.
Fold them up,
put them away
in the dark of the drawer,
pristine and purged,
and I envy them.
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Lovely reflective images,
TVR
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I appreciated all your
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Hi Tina, I really agree with
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Once again Tina you've
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Hello Tina, I'm intrigued
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You've hit on my latest
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Oh, Tina, you had me gripped
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Lovely garden imagery of
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Much enjoyed, Tina. PS.
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