Here are photos from last time,
Leaves leaning into crooked light.
Someone laughing out of frame,
A plant whose name I can’t explain.
A cat beside a row of pots,
A hundred greens the camera caught.
Annie standing by the leaves,
Something small tucked up her sleeve.
Look at us among the green,
All the little things we’d seen.
Coffee finished, daylight wide,
One more picture before goodbye.
Here are photos from last time—
A little afternoon we get to keep inside.
Now the plants are by the glass,
Turning slowly as days pass.
I move one closer to the sun,
Remember where we found that one.
A Wednesday waits around the bend,
A different garden with a friend.
Annie writes, “Come if you’re free,”
And sends these little memories.
Look at us among the green,
All the little things we’d seen.
Keep the laughter, keep the light,
Keep a leaf beside you tonight.
Here are photos from last time—
A little afternoon we get to keep inside.
Take the out there, put it in here.
Leave a little forest near.