knees bear witness countless
hours knelt
tearing diligence
weeds ripped prayerful
discipline lest
tender or nourish
be choked out
knees agree with hands
hands with memory dirtlined
muscle wisdom
sensation of each weed some
deep rooted others quickened some
prickly few fragrant
and then the vines
oh hands know the vines
weeds that pull back
laced and locked
plant of lovers
oh hands know the vines
how strange, then
earlier tonight
to be the gardener tearing
and the vine torn
I resist ferocious
clinging to the
sacred silent thing
between us
but I see you
and leave
without saying
goodbye
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