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Her
I have a garden
perfectly planned,
organized and managed,
a safe space carved out
quarantined, of the wild
and fruit too sweet
flowers too bright
In the winter
(it is often winter)
all is buried and numb.
thinking this was true
I walked unbothered
until from far away
I noticed something
unintelligible at first
then tragically clear
beautifully exposed
blooming with life
bursting through time
a reminder
the distinctive blue of her eyes
called my name
long before her voice did
and with a much truer smile
in that moment,
her bright golden blue
warm and icy white sun,
her cleansing pure truth,
her nature, her presence
her fire, her water
her energy
her force
transformed me
held me accountable
forgave me
overcame me
knew me
loved me
in a way i never could
