weeds

offended on behalf of wildflowers

setting baby fig trees loose

banking rebirth behind the shed

imposing futile order and drinking

from an unseen vineyard

burned skin skinned knees burning muscle

all gifts exchanged for peace, fruit

and a deliciously imperfect eden

flowers

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I'm an inch deep and a mile wide. Not literally. But literarily, sure.
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