Wrestling a shovel
Dirt flying everywhere
Body’s glistening with sweat
Heavy breathing
Digging to place terra-cotta
Sun kissing me from head to toe
And you, my forehead
Excitement building
What will actually grow
Unsure but wait and see
Such magic comes from tiny things
What we built with each other
May bring us back together
Or keep us right where we’ve grown
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