what's left is to tend the garden
I am a farmer's daughter
he spoke to plants and they grew
I woke at 03:32
before dawn's birds began their calls
but after the chittering coyotes finished
the offering I left across the meadow
my eyes bolt open heart racing
mind mind mind spinning
I've taken to crystals and mediation
because now
I don't run from my heart's shadow
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