Thursday, March 22, 2018

A Greenery in my Hand

formless was your
lesser intent
until
I broke down.
From the debris of
biodegradable waste
I conflate your crunchy letters
fending myself with bacterial self
to compost my heart;
Supplanting love
with humus
of my teary eyes,
written by you in untimely haste
and
seeing
the sprout:
A greenery in my hand

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