We anticipate the equinox together.
Her whispers seem like echoes
of ninety, sixty, thirty days to go.
The garden understands as she prepares
to blossom and beneath me
She trusts my feet to remember
locations of every bulb and seed.
In a month she will remind me
how much digging is left to do.
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