hollyhocks stood tall
above her in the garden...
such that she could scarcely
retrace the path of her rage
but the trowel must have
each and every stroke upon
the clumped, beaten soil
reminded her of the knife handle
that endured his barreled chest
like the planters stake
that marked nearby a row of peas
and signaled the eventual
tilling of the earth
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