An Old Friend

We wrestled beneath the tomato vines,
Our elbows and knees beneath a broken cage,
Finding each other when no one was looking…
With dirt in our hair, and smiles in our eyes.

I listened in the garden until dark.
Prayers passed,
And the billows of sage rose from
The kettles in town.

What words were you forced to leave with?

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