dig your heels deep into
the soil of your heart
and although your shins bruise,
tighten your ankles in the mud
plant your seeds and
speak gently
sleep gently
stirring only to
rouse the the buds to grow
make your home in the
roots--smelt of
earth and rust
absorb the sky through
storms and understand:
this is how you sprout
search the pockets of
the ground and
extract the gold
amidst the coal and ash and
dying green, life waits
grace gleams
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