Prompt words in red.
When the garden lays in silence,
and the blossoms are sleeping
in the midnight haze,
the grinding metal
of the train wheels screaming
in the freight yard
cease until first light.
I risk a check of myself and find
my cluttered head has become clear and calm,
stress stiffened spine relaxed,
clenched fists open,
and my ofttimes sweaty palms
I breathe in the cool night air
scented with moonflowers.
After day life weighs on my shoulders
I come here to refresh.
Darkness and the garden lift me.
You can bank on it.
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