Burgeoning – Poem by M. Stone

burgeoning
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Content: body image

 

My body—

no sacred temple

visited

by faithful

followers bearing gifts of

fruit and wildflowers

 

My body:

a cellar sprouting

wiry roots,

sheltering

heirloom plants; earthen cloister

thriving in neglect

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