Today everything slid
into place for me
its rightful place
without spectacle
or obfuscation
the leaves went
into their basket
the spoons and knives
into the knowledge drawer
me into you
but for my friend
nothing worked out
yet but to continue
where you left off
I can’t even remember
what seeds I planted
under the pomegranate tree
two months ago
sprouting now
all over the place.
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