Poem: Hard Edges

late breakfast
on her porch
we prattle
enjoying June breeze
meandering memories
of who we once were
and might have been

we wander her garden
geraniums growing green
pausing to pluck
pink peonies
into a paper
coffee cup
scooping water from
the crumbling koi pond
trailing muffin crumbs
and fresh wishes
in the fading dew.

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