Me Aul Flower

By Sageanne Senneff

water runs clean out of the can

gently twisted

the same way you pour each word out of me

a bud of hope blooms from the water

filling the earth with roots

that finally have something to hold on to

but there is not enough sun here

it comes and goes, and it changes

making shapes in the grass that I can’t find

while clouds dance above me in different directions

across the open sky

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