[Hauling a Boat Ashore, Monet, 1864]


Here we are, pods, seeds, potentials

The sun opens us, moves us,

We rotate to face our god

We are filled to our limits

We sway as the winds refresh us

We bend, twine, lean to our source

Our warmth, our light, our life

Our very design is yours, sun

The vibrancy of our colors is emboldened in your washing glow

We dance under your blanket of energy, your covering of life

We endure rich and yellow

Succulent fullness is ours, oh sun


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