Garden Heart

Little garden off the way,

you are a piece of love

a part of the earth that's been

selected to be sweetly dug;

Isn't it a strange thought, how we

care for these choice lots?

And not the world surrounding them,

only these spaces that're to be hemmed-

I see them by churches and houses, but never nowhere

because they are always somewhere, to someone

A garden's heart is a person's hands

and the flowers that grow there, the evidence

and sweet comeuppance

deserving of a lover to a land loveless.