“Kate”

I ache for her return.
With her come the flowers.
Dirt under fingernails,
grass-stained knees.
Dizzying heat
from the sun and
water freezing cold
from the hose.
Salty bodies and
youthful souls.
I ache for her return.
With her returns the sun.
And together
in the soil
our hands watch
as the world blooms,
again.