Rem Garden

come walk with me
My toes step on cold
square cut
rocks
unevenly laid on the frigid dirt path
sprouting out from the cracks
skinny green vines attack for attention
their presence chills my bones
and your toes touch the center of every third square
Right there
that focus you have
One, two,
touch three
Look up,
not too far, just move your head slightly around the path.
you see the beautiful earth laid with a blanket of wicked greens
There is a border on your left and on your right;
Two cold lines that keep you from nature’s strife
One more step on to the in between
sinking each toe into the wet bristles but the heels grounded in cement
hands reach for the soft dirt
your knee strikes a patch of moss
slowly we sink to the intricate ground
brush your fingers and hands into the easy ripped hair
Close your eyes
and really feel the heartbeat of the wind
but only for a second
press your head into the roots
smell the fumes the tree produces for hours
while growing an inch in font of you
It waves its glorious branches in ones face
taunting and teasing your blood flow to race
Look up a little more
in the distance your gaze reaches an angry stone wall
Now how can stones be angry?
carelessness can be a virtue-
Quickly they built the wall, throwing the bricks
cussing the storm that hired them all-
one brick lands on a finger and the ladder falls and hugs the grass
there is the end to the wall
the uneven layers of cement form a crown around it all
with no gate
and no time
the ladder is far behind
Come walk with me dear solider
Before the stars start to fall.

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