tendrils of elation
extensions of this
vibrant flora
this field
that hill
this marshland
that winged seed on
the wind
this flower bud
nothing settled
as I, the growth
the spread
the weaving and
the winding and
the blooming
today, I am this
tomorrow, I am more
and this is how
I am loving you
(“Marsh Grasses” by April Raber on aprilr.com)
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