Tagged: botany

justification

you and i still stop

things we leave unsaid

things we leave unsaid
sprout tendrils, winding their way
around suitable

hosts, a cellular invasion,
a parasite of memory
.
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we are all bouquets,

the day before my

the day before my
birthday, i am
away from the
city and
home, once
again, a daughter,
a child, a gardener,
an herbalist, a sister,
a granddaughter,
all of whom are
vessels transporting
memories to the
plant, dispersing
the years
.
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you squeeze air into

in that historic

in that historic
district, on the steps
of west twenty-
eighth street, a lost
slipper with glittering
tendrils beckoned
to be carried home,
nourished, reassured,
cultivated, cooed over
.
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