COURTNEY BATES-HARDY

Lavender Marriage

A lavender garden in England,
marriage still a maze,
stems knee high.

We wander the country,
violet fields in PEI, carry
a spray back home.

A lavender latte on my desk
after a fight, floral taste
on my tongue.

Purple buds in our garden,
I seed, she weeds, we
take turns watering.

Dried tendrils in my deck:
two, then three of cups,
the world.