The Sunday Whirl

Would I steal a glimpse into your joyous garden

Ignore the locks on easy gates

Fall into this space free of troubles

Plant my feet among the creeping stars of jasmine

Or shall I sit in the empty wooden arbor, watching steam curl up from an almost hidden compost pile that seems to breathe life itself.

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