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transfixed by the wind

the giver of life
is dying
I saw her in the garden
a black-eyed susan
chatting amongst friends

I told her to rest assured
she would
one day return
born of the forest
& worshiped
by flora & fauna
flourishing within like royalty

I thought she was thirsty
but it turned out to be me
so I asked her
to freeze me in the moment
but it was too late
the seeds
I had collected in my mind
were swept away
by the wind


october two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
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