Tagged: botany

justification

you and i still stop

you and i still stop
for the possibilities
of mutant clovers

sometimes – faith, hope, love, luck – caught
growing between every gap
.
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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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when it turned out

when it turned out
that even weekends
were not exempt from
the slow rotting and
unraveling that come
with uncared for
things, our
tillandsia had not
a bit of anchor,
found no air
deposits to contain
any more stirrings
that could
indicate a chance
for survival
.
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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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a stirring in the

a stirring in the
congenial dogwoods this
morning – once again

the spider has caught the light,
dawn stages scant resistance
.
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