I find myself again reborn
which lasts me until noon
and then like a wet rag
wrung out and ready
I move on across the surfaces
of the faces I pass
absorbing the tears
and laughter I know
must be there
until I notice
everyone does that
yeah but did you notice
these nasturtium seeds
green going brown
are really the skulls
of our ancestors
finally learning
how to flower
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