planting seeds by the growing moon

don’t speak to me
of inevitability,
don’t plant seeds that grow
unchecked in my mind,
grow rank and wild
where no thing grew
inevitably your words
will find me here
walking morning dewed,
barefoot and thigh deep
amongst this growing,
running waking fingers
through this light
breathing sweetness of blossom
and tang of earth
tasting the berry ripe
inevitability of this fruit.
wanting nothing
but this.

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