The military straight fence posts stand sentinel against wildlife.
It amuses me when the rabbits squeak through to indulge in
the abundance of ripened fruit dripping from the vines
Ripe tomato juices blooding the hand-crafted stairs with their offerings
while the green beans are green together, envious of size
The wind sculpture shifts in time to the darkened rolling clouds
it startles the rabbits back through the gate to another buffet
I wonder if this is what beauty looks like when it is no longer imaginary.
I wonder why the voice I spoke to every day feels absent.
I wonder if I remembered to pack it or if someone else did it for me.
I wonder if it will return with barrels blazing with razzle-dazzle or
if it will slip in quietly through the gate to show me a different way to be.