Shared Tendance

I already gave it to you

Holistic and without anticipation

Not unloading, an exchange for appreciation of a marriage to space

Now, who will touch the dirt when we're gone?

Here in the sun, do we need more?

How long until the windows part from their seems, leaving

Only a new perspective

Framed by the old wooden door

Finally swallowed by embers with the intention of waste

Consuming each time it was left ajar

Things slipping out

The stairs are starting to crack as the leaves of those roots you planted greet the rays that devour the day