I let her garden go.
             let it go, let it go
How can I watch the hummingbird
          Hover to sip
          With its beak’s tip
The purple bee balm – whirring as we heard
          It years ago?
 
The weeds rise rank and thick
             let it go, let it go
Where annuals grew and burdock grows
          Where standing she
          At once could see
The peony, the lily, and the rose
          Rise over brick.
 
She’d laid in patterns. Moss
            let it go, let it go
Turns the bricks green, softening them
          By the gray rocks
          Where hollyhocks
That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,
          Dwindle in loss.