the garden dwarf

daily I follow you
to the dry cleaners
the hardware store
up five flights
to home

will you massage
the knots in
my weary shoulders?

tell me my wrinkles don't matter?
that my kisses are still as sweet?

we forgot to buy chocolate

today I placed a wooden wreath
on the door
it has shiny green and gold beads

the garden dwarf I bought
to sit outside
the door on the landing,
the guardian
of our peace,
you said must stay
in its box
underneath the stairs

yet, in spite of that
I love you even more



the garden dwarf
4 november, 2006
[2006.4.11Éa]