an unfolding

I’ve been meaning to stretch

these cramped, untested arms

 

halted but ready

to hold these moments.

 

You are there

where once I was

 

there are spatters of blood

on this clock, ticking in remembrance.

 

The shrapnel of leaves

vacated from their secure places

 

invites the lesser flowers

to grow more brazenly

 

no more to bury their faces

but breathe in the new life

 

of death.

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