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Pruning the rosebush
The ache of the summer heat
On my shoulders,
The feel of the living stalk
Between fingers,
Petals – one, another,
Then another
Seek ground, life
Not strong enough to hold on.

Whether it’s blood
Or petals, the gift
Of time is a thread
I stand on,
Feet covered
In the soft
Broken soil,
Shears meet
The slight resistance
Of a living thing.


Poem Gardening - Jonathan Bohrn