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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.


My memory of you

Floats in the river in the woods

Behind my house.

It sings louder than the water

Washing it smooth

And warms the leaves’ arthritic hands,

It heals me too.


Is a memory

A pile of quilt squares,

Bright pieces of earth and sky

In flesh-like cloth,

Soft and familiar?

Or is it

The blanket’s stains and loose threads,

Pockmarked pieces

Fingered and worn,

Torn in places?