Efflorescence

An offering

Call the mind a flower atop the stem of someone swaying, fragile, rooted. Call its opening an invitation to the ones in flight. Like, come and see. Take part of me when you leave.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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