I thought I might not be
in this overgrowth forever
I thought of pressure,
knife or cancer
I thought of youthful plains
returning.

But Blueberry bushes
And Picnic dresses,
Oh the daisies will miss
your Laugh if they’re
Choked by dandelions!
so I planted dandelions.

But apple tree and orange
Painted Petals before
Trimmed hedges
Push-up soil
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light rippled petals
rhododendron across springs
is that a heron,
way out there?
there’s a petal on its beak.
to a quiet mind
it takes flight, bringing
Her pattern to my fingers,
unison within vision
She diffuses her petals
I connect them in new space
and we reconcile
across blank and graphite page