life, death, re-birth.
pulling apart life
creating death
roots curling into bones
to bring
new
Peeling black plastic away
sighing at the remembering
of potato leaves pushing
against the dark and cold
refusing to be forgotten
I tear at the old
the past
the dead
and forgotten
I tear at the web of memories
chocolate mint
reminds me that nothing
is gone.
Form may be illusory
but structure remains
Stand of beehive
ghost-like
awaiting new form, new lives
awaiting usefulness
practicality
the very cells that often
holds us together
through the dark
to emerge
as more than mere usefulness
bringing back the spiritual
element
the garden....
life, death, re-birth.
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