Tagged: vessels

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 and i are a

you and i are a
lost art

the writing
brushes have
turned stiff,
the paper
stained,
and words
have long refused
to choose us
as vessels
for constructive
dialogue
.
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