Garden Girl

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Sorry for the recent inactivity

She dances

between the sunflowers,

their pretty powdered faces

softening like kittens in the morning's ray

as she squawks to the roots of all the boys who loved her that afternoon.

She dances

with the weeds,

running and wrapping and claiming survival

in a world that spurns her might;

biologist, artist, earth scientist, animal whisperer

—"shut up"

but that spite turns over a new leaf, eventually.

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