Susan Renee Layne
Poem by Susan Renee Layne
Nirvana comes at the end of the row
Hanging onto the top of your hoe
Breathing hard from every pore,
Blood coursing, you never felt so alive.
You see the garden in your minds eye
Before it begins to grow
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