One of a cycle of poems I based on relationships: 

Apology

Wrenched from him

With wheedling words

And deep reproach,

He resisted;

Revulsion

More than repentance

Robed his regret.

My heart heard not

"I'm sorry."

     

My latest, "Confessions of a Lazy Gardener," will tickle your reading taste if the spring air has you itching to grow vegetables.  Find it in The Idaho Magazine, March, 2012.

                                         By mid-July your garden can look like this
                                         with no weeds because of spread grass clippings.