There is geometry
In the trellis
There is repetition
Along the front of the house
Roses, a robin
I have nothing to offer
I have no gifts to give
Repetition is at the front of my mind
Old branches; bent, disfigured
I am no gardener
I am no tree surgeon
Repetition is all I know
Hot coffee, without sugar
I did not train as a Barista
I did not warm the cup before
Repetition, oh how I need to find you
White flower, slowly opens
I am not always so so observant
I am not always so so well seeing
Repetition may you be with me, may you
