A few last minute chores
Water the plants feed the cat
Before I'm rushing out the door
To meet you at our favorite spot
In the 12th century they called you
The Plaint of Nature or Persephone
But these days you're just my narrow yard
With a few white phlox and my desert rose
Waiting to be overheard
Discuss their practical philosophy
Of bloom and die
Die and become
While I sit silently by
Hanging on their every word
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