sure drop me in the garden after the 90-degree

Little League game that ended in victorious
Popsicles though we were pulverized
it was a personal victory for my daughter who
had a base hit after innings of fear the ball cracked
her elbow O broken and reconstructed life goals
thank you for this garden alone where I am fenced in
with Florence + the Machine deadheading
irises to make room for the fresh blooms pecking
out from crowded stems like vertical nests
of baby chicks chewed worms of light and rain
will sustain their beauty a short while after this
I will walk home full of dusk and music
toward the workweek while in apartments
all around me strangers fold their laundry