It is warmer here near the earth,
my bare feet cup the grass, seek the roots.
The winds rise to test to see if I am solid,
a stem strong enough with roots down
deep. I bend easy as the tip of a long stem
held down to the water's surface by one who strains
for freedom. I take you in slowly to feel you bloom,
leaves quivering so young and fast, not even fear
or sorrow can hold back this flower. All that's in you,
every river I allow inside, my flesh permeable.
Outside the window it darkens as the rains
come hard, and I pretend I know I'll be strong enough
to watch the passing of another year to autumn before
I've had enough of summer.
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