the smell of basil
lingers on my fingers
a raspberry on my tongue
I’ve been working around
the garden and look
for a place to rest
one can forget time
under the shade of a tree
on a warm spring day
it insists you sit down
pours a glass of coolness
offers a place to linger
says
I am the friend
who sits next to you
that needn’t say a word
now who else
welcomes you like that?
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