Like a picture in a book,
we sit in front of the hospital window
looking out
you and Sarie and I,
looking out from the sixth floor,
at snow like an infinity of floating
at snow like an infinity of floating
dandelion seeds.
We are three generations of gardeners,
three observing birds,
We are three generations of gardeners,
three observing birds,
three words lined -
waiting to light
waiting to light
upon the ground.
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