From a distance
across green fields,
our house appears
idyllic and pastoral.
While unseen beneath
twined ivy vines,
the loose mortar
and ancient beams
await repair.
Crowned with roses
and scented bay,
we face each other,
seeing different paths
of the world we are.
I offer what I have,
as do you, not knowing
if there is enough
in our worn cups
to sustain us
through another year—
trusting love
continually heals
the wounds it creates.
(October 23, 2023)
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