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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