July Sonnet

So long acquainted yet so far apart,

A separation by unnatural means,

Defended at illogical ramparts,

A garden without seed and left unseen.

The question now is who gave those orders,

And which poor gardener wasted all his days

Insisting there’d remain covert borders

Between his crops even as each decays.

One could suppose the reason walls exist

Is to be razed and soon lain down, forgot

By the two parties who I now insist

Should walk abreast and share their passioned thoughts.

The wasted time endured should be turned ‘round

Now that these kindred spirits have been found.