"WATCHING THE GRASS GROW"





I'd be happy
just breathing in and out
as long as she were here.
When she's not
breathing becomes more difficult.

I'd be estatic
watching a TV test pattern
just to be with her.
Watching the grass grow?
With her
it would be an adventure.














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