Thursday, November 14, 2013


We have
out front
a bulging barrel brimful of aloe;
they once were not so bountiful,
but sprinklers, compost, and time
conspired to burst the bonds of the planter,
now dripping, dangling down
aloe all around,
and this without much work.

We have
two boys beautiful and brash,
where once we had but one;
love and long labor
brought about a baby brother,
sleeping, supping, smiling,
lounging on laps,
demanding careful cultivation.

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