richness / depth
discovery and a confession we don’t have it right, yet
as for a prescription, we’ll never have it exactly right
if we wanted surprise, we’d go someplace else
so by narrowing the focus, the unexpected twist appears
the asparagus bed or lilacs
my ferns, finally
eight springs at this dwelling
this repetition for greater completeness
complexity as a responsibility
within myself/yourself, too
a spouse rather than a lover alone
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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