I cannot grow an apple tree,
aromatic herbs, fresh flowers.
I dig and plant and water and weed;
I drink the wine of another’s vineyard,
climb the walls to scrump the orchard,
cadge the scent of another’s roses
In the spring, unprompted, a bud.
I try not to tread it down.
The God has reclaimed the garden
as her own.
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