Rosa Rosa

To those

Who lived without leaves:

Your veins illustrated river

In this irrigational life.

Floodful events you attended

Travelling this landless realm.

And I remember you,

For we sprout, harvest and decay

In our lifetime.

Fluently we died in the form of soil

Where all variations of light

Recycle, resonate and

Repeat in harmony.

Here I stood in this

Petalless bloom

Thorns are where embrace originated

Thus your arms and vessels were clean.

Like scarecrows we relearned the course of seeds,

Allowing roots to forage for minor

Hopes so deep.

2021.9.19

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