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The sun came out and I found
an end in sight with the
garden war:  peace
might break out and I can
amble, hot, take my ease,
all the tussle done

new person next door:
a woman, young,
we chatted across the hedge -
promise of things to come

at night, curtains closed
I talked with an old friend,
close, through a screen, of
what was, what is, what
might have been - our
pragmatic hearts still
pristine

she too, like a prophet, hobbled
by God, must walk her
land with pain 
this year we might
be together again.

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