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Endless Succession


A flower blooms

in endless succession unto itself,

each petal emerging radiant

and fading as it spirals outwards,

1,1,2,3; always pushing, closer,

closer, closer.

Nearby, something flutters:

light in the wings of a small bird

or in the heart of a small child;

jumping from cool patch of sunlight

to patch of sunlight

on the dappled forest floor.

The dark soil sticks between her toes

and she is laughing.

Please find me

call to me

lead me home


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