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Necessary Forms
I have always made them up as I go along.
Tracing each one until it takes shape, a poem about the last time I saw you, the way the light on your head stayed with me for years how it was luminous and stayed with me. And the pale pink roses on the kitchen counter, how they began as a handful of buds and then opened petal by petal into intricate, blooming flowers, I wonder if the spirit can be spared by this? Events so powerful they stay beyond reason or memory. And can trials be undone this way? Rue Undone? I escape without an answer to this question as if securing the forms is enough. What does matter, and I am sure of it, are the first of the giant sunflowers to take off and the beds of calendula. All the colors of yellow, light, dirt, seeds dried as little twigs at first, they break open take to the light and air and water as if it is meant to be, what needs protecting by us for those who will follow and then too, you can eat the seeds for protein, replant them. The point is they multiply, a form, a genome, lost love, imprints on the dirt, or on paper, the answer to another question and even if I cannot carry them with me to prevent every trial or misgiving, I know what must be done, save the buds from the roses before they are gone, teach how to plant more yellows, keep to the light
#Unreal #ASpiritSpared #LostLoveStillRemains #HaloHeads #Replanting
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