It had been long since/
I’d toiled in her garden, yet/
I felt I still should.
OR
It had been long since/
I’d toiled in her garden. Still,/
I felt comfort there.
Does she ever think/
of me constantly? Or am/
I simply dreaming?
I don’t need to get/
an answer. I just need to/
know that she heard me.
Heaven’s admission/
price is obedience. We/
don’t have to “get it”.
She could have dined on/
Asian noodles. Instead, she’ll/
feast on haiku’d words.
As sun’s light leaves the/
evening sky, light banter turns/
to introspection.