Saturday, July 30, 2005

one woman's planting season

i am still
rich with the scent of
dark, moist earth, the promise
of green leaves and curling tendrils

a fertile field opened to your plow
your seed,
and when

i am no longer,
as time goes by
and winds shift direction

i will become a meadow
bright with purples and pinks
alive with bees and butterflies.

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