Our true employment: first day on
the job
For a happy marriage make love
daily
Prioritize as one might attend to
showing up on work on time
There is a correlation, a
consequence to an active acknowledgment
Of that which requires
nourishment
An unfed body’s bones protrude in
eventual stark contrast
To reflect the absence of that
which is deemed standard
Love is not so different of an
animal
Hours, debating fear, alternative
options compared
This choice is daily, this want
for this organism to perpetuate
Into a redwood can not be so
without a sunrise cresting and sunset nesting
In branches of the Earth’s
rotation, a planet’s revolution to pass the circumference
Of these internal water rings we
rarely focus upon their needs
Years of drenched splendor and
famine thin
The twenty-four hour compliments
are examined in our attention
To the crest and wanton tide of
each season broken down into
Falling leaves of innocence crisp
and crackled in the hands of the other
Picking up and cognizant that
these former mothered children days
Must return to God as food for
this soil so that fresh cut extensions may bud
I prune you my love, I tend your
forest
Lest I ever forget, the bounty
and the parched sands
All grown in the difference of
daily gardening
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