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relocated daisy
They say a single white
blossomed.
Petals flung wide
in the east wind’s howl—
She must be lonely.
Alone? Yes, but not adrift.
Nonsense.
No flower thrives without tending.
Perhaps you should look
closer:
her roots drink
from the deep earth—
No use in tending,
when the soil remembers
better than memory.
Copyright ©
Jasmine Tsai
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