Sometimes I see all these buds

and drying leaves

and petals with tips curled inwards


and I want to be the warm soil,

lush rain,

hot loving sun


so that everyone I greet

can flourish,

so that the blooming

can bring joy to all of us.


This secret embrace

of strangers

and the flowers

entwined with my own stem

has pure intent

and deep tenderness.


Braver still

to be the sun

and warm lush

without hope for any change,

trusting in the thrive

I will never see.

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