dirt on the welcome mat

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You would be
Evergreen in the
Spring, blending
Thick and prickly in,
Endearing your rough
Roots to the new season’s
Dew. They slither and hiss
Among the grass blades, 
Yelling shadows while
Searching for the calm blue sky.

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We’re all striking

Yoga poses

On thin bumpy

Rubber mats.

Dislocated

Like a Picasso,

Stretched like dancers,

Perched like bats.

The instructor

Switches stances,

Starts her

Meditative speech.

Her toe ring

Must give her power

Because I just

Can’t reach.