in the blue shadows of leaves
where darker leaves gather
a kind of natural parenting or
sheltering of the new sprouts
every plant is like a resurrection
something living rises out of
something dead while we animals
struggle to apprehend how it’s done
we who take our life
from something already living
but who must die in the end
uncertain how to rise again
how to master death and winter
with a little blade of green
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