hung prayer beads from a note written on scrap paper
folded over,
origami love letter
you wrote of love i never understood
illiterate poet
they controlled your mind
but you spoke of honor
for land full of grace
the way thyme grew from the ground
love that grew from the seeds of olives
to full grown groves
first press
i saw the view you have in a picture
overlooking miles of green hills
i hope you are still in love
i pick flowers in your name
from the earth they come
to the earth you go