Recognizing Me In Her
She was earthy, and her hands were hard.
Her fingernails were torn, as if she had just scratched her way
Out of a crypt.
Others shook their head ‘no’
Not allowing her to sit.
I recognized her as a gardener.
She was not a clean-up-nicely-every second person.
I motioned her to my table.
We had the best time.
She was funny, her stories kept me on the edge of my seat.
We laughed at the same things, and knew the same songs.
We were kindred spirits, earth woman and I.
I knew her instantly,
Recognizing my own Spring self.
She knew me by my openness.
We became fast friends.
Born together in another
lifetime, possibly.
Soul sisters
Best decision I ever made
was to let her in.
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