If I accept, 

will you build me into

your cobblestone patio 

let me dig my fingers into

the earth 

to fill every crack with the green

that seeps out from underneath? 

Will you bury me

and all our secrets

in your garden 

so no one can distinguish between 

the seeds that plant peas 

and the seeds that plant trees—

for the record,

I thought we were planting trees.