Spring Planting

I came to your garden one moonlit night
a spade in my hand, and a rake and a hoe, 
we planted potatoes until the sun rose,
pink sky, bleached horizon, you made me
promise to return in the autumn with a
fork and a bowl, you said there would be 
butter enough for the two of us by then.

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