The Weeds Be Kind and Gentle

The weeds be kind and gentle

this first breath of fall

while tearing up around the edges

you return to drink the rain

and wrap the body laying in the ground

so it to can become the rotten longing

fields and orchards tumble into grief

the children scatter to collect the end of a great harvest

to hold it in a jar, preserving the essence of life

because we refuse not to go on

even while the whole world dies around us

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