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Love Grows Here

Photograph by William Patino

I love the way bees buzz into the ears of Lavender.

How the wind always tells me I'm on track

with its gentle and seductive touch

When the birds go silent before the storm and I can hear it coming.

And the crack of lighting

how it gets me to surrender.

I fall to the Earth in prayer.

My heart broken... open.

Dry body, cracken clay

withered seeds kindle woods

receive these gentle rains as the sky cries down

grateful to meet its kindred ground

and the land, it can finally breath.

Opening pores, mycelium sprouts

Love Grows Here.

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