Waltz amongst dandelions

No mystery or sin
in the minutes
(where the garden was left untended)
– there’s a bit of freewheeling
in the comfort
of yesterday’s patches –
but in the refreshing sting
of Now,
only time seems to abandon
as we linger
overlong perhaps
but oh so syncopated
in each other’s arms.

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