One flower has broken free
of the tree of power
one flower joined by another
separate but in wonder
or in harmony that’s sweet
or incomplete and sour
joined against itself
a leaf sewn to a face
to restore some place
of power
but our free work is free
we flutter and our shadows
dawdle in the dusk
hey look another tree
has entered me.
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