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I came to gardening late
With gloves and trowel and spade
Because here I find you
My dear departed
Whispering your words
From long ago
All brown and blistered muscle
Laying your life’s work
Into the ground
Making beautiful
Your surrounds.
Still now
I hear your whispered sound
As I work in my garden
Pulling, pruning, digging
“Put some muscle into it”
So I garden
Because that is where
I find you.

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