imaginary garden with real toads

bamboo

remember the sundial, lady,

keeping relentless time

precise in its circuit

of the garden, season by season

year by year

and the stones: lady, remember

how the stones looked then

when you held them to the light

now all that remains is memory

like feathers drifting

between the yellow daisies;

becoming Queen Anne's Lace;

a waterfall of leaves:

at rest at last

amongst the wild geraniums

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