empty fields stretch out
far beyond our little fences
farther even than all we can see
it is a daunting, fearful thing to imagine
how many heaps of untilled soil must be remade
for a garden of that scale
but, see here
this flower i planted
small, maybe, for now
its aroma cools the nerves
its color warms the heart
only, i am still struck by its loneliness
come here, let me help
the digging is easier than you think
endless fields stand fallow
but our two seeds together
are a garden already
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