we pick up where we
we pick up where we
left off, alongside hidden
trails, straight roads, and
winding highways.
and like that common
summer wildflower,
at any given
moment, we are
simultaneous –
at myriad stages
of blossoming –
budding, opened
flat, parachuting,
or closed, with a
fist-like vitality
.
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