Garden Angel

My garden angel,

fresh and serene
She's quite the lass with a cast iron crisis and a firm grip.
She'll tell you stories that you'll never want to hear again.
The movers. The shakers.

The hot pipes that gave you blisters for days.
She can tell you of the movement in the bushes, the trees.
She owns the sleepy wind that you and I can never catch.

She has blistering pores and tire track eyes

and a license to feel like complete shit.

Give her some room.
She has good intentions which is more than I can say for most.


Raymond Strickland jr. 1/18/1990

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