was hoping to garden yesterday, clear the ground,
it was a challenge, with all that rain. so we
mended things, with love and string.
it is a challenge, 52 , to even think and google
many types, immeasurable, not three nor for all
of us. yet those of us who do, may trust blindly,
childishly love our toys, cherish home, hold
i looked up, that does not mean i love you.