their differences,
my mother
and my father both liked
to garden.
to spend
long days
with knees on the ground,
hands in the dirt
with trowel.
flowers
were my mother's
thing,
whereas
vegetables were my father's
jam.
was it enough to make
love
and marriage work.
hardly,
although the yard
was pretty,
and there was plenty
of peas
and yams.
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