blessing the garden gate,
an inviting bench
beneath the willow tree,
an old red truck
backing in
to an older, redder barn
while crickets chirp,
clouds gather,
haybales huddle together
across the new-mown field
and occasional drops of rain
spatter the phlox
and pink tea roses.
Do you think
we could get any closer
to heaven?
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