Uprooting That Memory

Watching it

The plant grow

Out of moist dir-

.

Silence

The head

Tilts back

The image of the plant

Stops

.

Pain

Sits in the head

Trying to blot it

Out

Make it go away

Push it away

.

Seeing the plant

Fresh green

Rising up

With a light gree-

.

Thinking

It hits like a knife

Of what happened earlier

How the day

Turned so sour

No, think of the plant

Not the day

Not the day

.

The stem

Reaches to the sky

The leaves

Unfold like children

Kissing the su-

.

Silence

Again

The images break like waves

Hurting the mind

But then

In anger

Dropping them

And watching them shatter

Like dishes

.

The bud of the plant

Unfolds

A blossom

Red forms

Grows and drops

As the day

Is scrapped out of memory

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